Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

[Originally by & Garfunkel]
I am a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my
For a pocketful of
Such are

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

When I left my and family
I was no than a boy
In the company of
In the of the railway 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 only workman's I come looking for a job
But I get no
Just a come-on some bitch
On Avenue

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

chorus]

And I'm laying out my clothes and wishing I was gone
home
Where the New York City winters bleeding me
Leading me home

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

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

chorus twice]

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