Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the Ma, and unlock the chain
I was passin through, I got caught in the rain
Theres 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
the police on my back, I fled all the way down to New Orleans
I in the dockyards, and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home, and blood was my

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

I fought champion Thompson, in a field full of mud
The rain poured the canvas tent,and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue, my broken jaw
and I stood over him, I 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 his skin and bone

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

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

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

Now the gray is fallin, my ring fightins done
So in the work fields and alleys,ya see I, I all who come
If youre a better man me, then come on,
and step up to the line, step to the line
Show me your , 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 a circle in the dirt
I to the center, and I take off my shirt
I him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Man no time can
I move hard to the left, and I to the face