Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the Ma, and unlock the chain
I was just passin through, I got caught in the
Theres nothing I want, nothin that you say
Just let me lay down for a 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 fought in the dockyards, and with the I made
I the fight was my home, and blood was my trade

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

I fought champion Jack Thompson, in a 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 over him, I pounded his bloody body,
into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang, and I kept on and on and on
Till I felt my glove leather, slip 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 black
I fought for the men in their suits, to lay down their bets
I took my good share Ma, ya see I, I have no

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 stuffed my bag their good 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 dont
Then just open the door, and look your dark eyes
I ask of you nothin, not a kiss, not a smile,
open the door and let me lay down for a while

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

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

in a shipyard, a man draws a circle 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