Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and unlock the
I was passin through, I got caught in the rain
Theres nothing I want, that you need say
let me lay down for a while and Ill be on my way

I was no than a kid, when you put me on. the Southern Queen
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 blood was my

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

I fought champion Jack Thompson, in a full of mud
The rain poured through the canvas tent,and mixed our blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue, my broken jaw
and I stood him, I pounded his bloody body,
right the floor
Well the bell rang and rang, and still I on and on and on
I felt my glove 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 were black
I fought for the men in their silk suits, to lay down bets
I took my good share Ma, ya see I, I no regrets

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

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

Now the gray rain is fallin, my fightins done
So in the work fields and alleys,ya see I, I all who come
If youre a better man than me, then on,
and step up to the line, right to the line
Show me your , and speak out your 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 draws a 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 hard to the left, and I to the face