Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the Ma, and unlock the chain
I was passin through, I got caught in the rain
Theres nothing I want, nothin that you 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 Southern
With the police on my back, I fled all the way to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards, and with the I made
I knew the fight was my home, and was my trade

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

I fought Jack Thompson, in a field full of mud
The rain through the canvas tent,and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue, my broken jaw
and I stood him, I pounded his bloody body,
right into the
Well the bell rang and rang, and I kept on and on and on
Till I felt my leather, slip between his skin and bone

Then the women and the came fast and the days I lost track
The women red, the green, but the numbers were black
I fought for the men in silk suits, to lay down their bets
I my good share Ma, ya see I, I have no regrets

Then I took the fix at the state armory, big John McDowell
oh, From high in the rafters, I myself fall
As they raised his arm my stomach twisted. and the sky it black
I stuffed my bag with their good money ma, and I never back

So understand, in the end Ma, every man plays the
If you know me one different, speak out his name
Ma, if my voice now, now you 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 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 all who come
If youre a better man me, then come on,
and step up to the line, step to the line
Show me your money , and speak out 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 hard to the left, and I strike to the face