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, when you put me on. the Southern
With the police on my back, I fled all the way down to New
I in the dockyards, and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home, and was my trade

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

I fought champion Jack Thompson, in a full of mud
The rain through the canvas tent,and mixed with our blood
In the I slipped my tongue, over my broken jaw
and I stood over him, I his bloody body,
right into the
Well the rang and rang, and still I kept on and on and on
Till I felt my glove leather, slip between his skin and

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight in a shipyard, a man draws a 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 move hard to the left, and I strike to the