Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

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

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

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

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

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

[repeat

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

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

he cried 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]

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