Luyện nghe bài hát The Fighter

I should down these words fore I lose them
Or write you a song to use them
Someday you may wanna who I am,
Beyond this no guitar in my hand
No I am not a

These eyes hold no secrets I hide no
I am all I am, all I was to you
The lie and the promise, the escape artist,
The weed in your garden in that youre still guarding
I am not a liar

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by
I am the fighter, few will remember my

These are hands that can offer
But hid me from my own
Im that book that aint finished, a sink of dishes,
The that aint winning, the priest thats still sinning
The spark starts the fire

I am the fighter, though not a by trade
I am the fighter, few will my name

With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, another black eye
On the New Jersey turnpike, the headlights
cars just like days pass me by

I am the fighter, not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will my name
I am the fighter, though not a by trade
I am the fighter, a fighters born but not

I should write down these words fore I them
Or you a song just to use them.