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
let me lay down for a while and Ill be on my way

I was no more a kid, when you put me on. the Southern Queen
With the police on my back, I 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 me their money Ma, and I knocked the men down
I did what I did, well it came
Restraint and mercy Ma were strangers to me

I champion Jack Thompson, in a field full of mud
The rain poured through the canvas tent,and with our blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue, over my jaw
and I stood over him, I pounded his body,
into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang, and I kept on and on and on
Till I felt my leather, slip between his skin and bone

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

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

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 dont
Then just open the door, and look into your 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 fightins done
So in the fields and alleys,ya see I, I take all who come
If youre a better man me, then come on,
and step up to the line, right to the line
Show me your money , and speak out crime

Now theres nothin I want Ma, nothin that you say
Just let me lay down for a 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 can erase
I move to the left, and I strike to the face