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 more than a kid, when you put me on. the Queen
the police on my back, I fled all the way down to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards, and the money I made
I the fight was my home, and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Ponchitoula, and Lafayette
Well, they paid me their 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 mixed our blood
In the I slipped my tongue, over my broken jaw
and I stood him, I pounded his bloody body,
right into the
Well the rang 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 fast and the days I track
The red, the money green, but the numbers were black
I for the men in their silk suits, to lay down their bets
I took my share Ma, ya see I, I have no regrets

Then I took the fix at the state armory, big John McDowell
oh, high in the rafters, I watched myself fall
As they raised his arm my twisted. and the sky it went black
I stuffed my bag with their good money ma, and I looked back

So understand, in the end Ma, every man plays the
If you know me one different, then speak out his
Ma, if my now, now you dont 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 door and let me lay 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, then on,
and up to the line, step right to the line
Show me money , and speak out your crime

Now nothin I want Ma, nothin that you need say
Just let me lay 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 off my shirt
I him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Man no time can
I hard to the left, and I strike to the face