Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and the chain
I was just passin through, I got caught in the
Theres nothing I want, that you need say
let me lay down 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 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 Jack Thompson, in a field full of mud
The rain poured through the tent,and mixed with our blood
In the I slipped my tongue, over my broken jaw
and I stood him, I pounded his bloody body,
right the floor
Well the bell rang and rang, and I kept on and on and on
Till I my glove leather, slip between his skin and bone

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

Then I the fix at the state armory, with big John McDowell
oh, From 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, man plays the game
If you know me one different, speak out his name
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 rain is fallin, my ring done
So in the work fields and alleys,ya see I, I all who come
If youre a man than me, then come on,
and step up to the line, right to the line
Show me your money , and 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 take off my
I him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Man no time can
I move hard to the left, and I strike to the