Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

(original by & Garfunkel)

I am a poor boy
Though my story seldom
I squandered my
For a pocket full of mumbles are promises

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

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

low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged go
Looking for the
Only would know

Asking only wages
I looking for a job
But I get no
Just a on
From the whores on seventh
I do declare there were
I was so lonesome
I some comfort there

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

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