Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

(original by & Garfunkel)

I am a poor boy
Though my seldom told
I squandered my
For a full of mumbles such are promises

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

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

Laying low seeking out the poor
Where the ragged go
for the places
Only they would

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

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

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