Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

[Originally by Simon &
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom
I have squandered my
For a of mumbles
are promises

All lies and jest, the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the

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

Laying low seeking out the poorer where the ragged people go
Looking for the places they 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 only workman's wages I come for a job
But I get no
Just a come-on from some
On Seventh

I do declare there times when I was so lonesome
I took some there, la la la la la la

chorus]

And I'm laying out my winter and wishing I was gone
Going
Where the New York City winters aren't me
Leading me home

In the stands a boxer
And a by his trade
And he the reminders
Of glove that laid him down or cut him

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

[repeat chorus

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