Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

(original by & Garfunkel)

I am just a boy
Though my seldom told
I my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are

All and jests
a man hears
What he to hear
And disregards the

When I left my and my family
I was no more a boy
In the of strangers
In the quiet of the railway stations running

Laying low out the poor quarters
Where the people go
Looking for the
Only they would

Asking workman's wages
I come for a job
But I get no
a come on
From the whores on avenue
I do declare were times
When I was so
I some comfort there

I'm laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was home home
Where the New York City
Are bleeding me, me going home

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his
And he carries the reminder of every glove laid him down
And cut him he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am I am leaving but the fighter still remains