Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

[Originally by & Garfunkel]
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom
I squandered my resistance
For a of mumbles
Such are

All and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And the rest

When I left my and family
I was no more a boy
In the company of
In the quiet of the station, running scared

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged go
Looking for the places only would know

La la li
La la la la li la li
La la li
La la la la la la li la la la li

Asking workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no
Just a come-on from bitch
On Avenue

I do declare there were times I was so lonesome
I took comfort there, la la la la la la

[repeat

And I'm laying out my clothes and wishing I was gone
Going
Where the New City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me going

In the clearing a boxer
And a fighter by his
And he the reminders
Of every glove that him down or cut him

'til he cried out in his and his shame
I am leaving, I am
But the fighter still
La la la la la la la la la li

[repeat twice]

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