Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and the chain
I was just through, I got caught in the rain
nothing I want, nothin that you need say
Just let me lay 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 in the dockyards, and with the money I made
I the fight was my home, and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Ponchitoula, and 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 Thompson, in a field full of mud
The rain poured through the canvas tent,and mixed our blood
In the twelfth I my tongue, over my broken jaw
and I stood over him, I his bloody body,
right into the
Well the bell rang and rang, and still I 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 money green, but the numbers black
I fought for the men in their 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, with big John
oh, From high in the rafters, I watched myself
As they raised his arm my twisted. and the sky it went black
I stuffed my bag with their money ma, and I never looked back

So understand, in the end Ma, man plays the game
If you me one different, then speak out his name
Ma, if my voice now, now you recognize
Then just open the door, and look into 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 ring 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
me your 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 move to the center, and I off my shirt
I him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Man no time can
I move hard to the left, and I strike to the