Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

[Originally by & Garfunkel]
I am just a poor boy though my seldom told
I squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of
Such are

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

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

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they 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 some
On Avenue

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

chorus]

And I'm laying out my winter clothes and I was gone
home
Where the New York City aren't bleeding me
Leading me going

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

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

[repeat twice]

Yeay! Yeay! Yeay! Ow!