Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and the chain
I was just through, I got caught in the rain
Theres nothing I want, that you need say
Just let me lay down for a 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 was my trade

Rouge, Ponchitoula, and Lafayette town
Well, they paid me money Ma, and I knocked the men down
I did I did, well it came easily
Restraint and Ma were always strangers to me

I fought champion Jack Thompson, in a field of mud
The rain poured through the canvas tent,and with our blood
In the twelfth I my tongue, over my broken jaw
and I over him, I pounded his bloody body,
right into the
the bell rang and rang, and still I kept on and on and on
Till I felt my glove leather, slip between his and bone

the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track
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 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 watched 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, man plays the game
If you know me one different, then speak out his
Ma, if my voice now, now you recognize
just open the door, and look into 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 fightins done
So in the work 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, step 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 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 hard to the left, and I strike to the