Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

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

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

When I my home and family
I was no than a boy
In the of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, scared

Laying low seeking out the quarters where the ragged people 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

only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no
a come-on from some bitch
On Seventh

I do declare there were when I was so lonesome
I some comfort 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 bleeding me
Leading me going

In the stands a boxer
And a fighter by his
And he carries the
Of every that laid him down or cut him

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

[repeat chorus

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