Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and the chain
I was just passin through, I got caught in the
nothing I want, nothin that you need say
Just let me lay for a while and Ill be on my way

I was no more than a kid, you put me on. the Southern Queen
With the on my back, I fled all the way down to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards, and the money I made
I knew the was my home, and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Ponchitoula, and town
Well, they paid me their money Ma, and I the men down
I did what I did, it came easily
Restraint and mercy Ma always strangers to me

I fought champion Thompson, in a field full of mud
The poured through the canvas tent,and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth I my tongue, over my broken jaw
and I over him, I pounded his bloody body,
right the floor
Well the bell and rang, and still I kept on and on and on
Till I felt my glove leather, slip between his and bone

Then the women and the money came and the days I lost track
The women red, the money green, but the were black
I fought for the men in their silk suits, to lay down bets
I took my good Ma, ya see I, I have no regrets

Then I took the fix at the state armory, with big McDowell
oh, From in the rafters, I watched myself fall
As they raised his arm my twisted. and the sky it went black
I stuffed my bag with good money ma, and I never looked back

So understand, in the end Ma, every man plays the
If you know me one different, speak out his name
Ma, if my now, now you dont recognize
Then just open the door, and look into your dark
I ask of you nothin, not a kiss, not a smile,
Just open the door and let me lay down for a

Now the rain is fallin, my ring fightins done
So in the work fields and alleys,ya see I, I take all who
If youre a man than me, then come on,
and up to the line, step right to the line
Show me your money , and speak out crime

Now nothin I want Ma, nothin that you need say
let me lay down for a while and Ill be on my way

Tonight in a shipyard, a man a circle in the dirt
I move to the center, and I off my shirt
I him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Man no can erase
I hard to the left, and I strike to the face