Luyện nghe bài hát The Boxer

I am a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I squandered my existence
On a pocket full of mumbles such are
All lies in jest, till a man hears he wants to hear
And the rest

Well, I left my and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the station
Runnin' scared, low, seeking out the poor quarters
the ragged people go looking for the places
Only they would

Li la li
Li la li
Li la li
...

Only seeking workman's
I looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare were times when I was so lonesome
I took comfort there

In a-laying out my winter
And wishing I was home, home
Where the New City winters
Aren't me, bleeding me
Going

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
...

In the clearing stands a and a fighter by his trade
And he the reminders
Of every bloke laid him down or cleft him
Till he out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter remains

Li la li
Li la li
Li la li
...