Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

(original by & Garfunkel)

I am just a boy
my story seldom told
I squandered my
For a full of mumbles such are promises

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

When I my home and my family
I was no than a boy
In the company of
In the quiet of the stations running scared

Laying low out the poor quarters
Where the ragged go
for the places
Only would know

Asking workman's wages
I come for a job
But I get no
Just a on
From the on seventh avenue
I do declare there times
I was so lonesome
I took some there

Then I'm laying down my winter
And I was home going home
Where the New York winters
Are bleeding me, bleeding me home

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