Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and the chain
I was just passin through, I got in the rain
Theres I want, nothin that you need say
let me lay down for a while and Ill be on my way

I was no more a kid, when you put me on. the Southern Queen
With the on my back, I fled all the way down to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards, and with the I made
I knew the was my home, and blood was my trade

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

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

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

Then I took the fix at the state armory, with big McDowell
oh, From high in the rafters, I watched fall
As they raised his arm my stomach twisted. and the sky it black
I stuffed my bag with their money ma, and I never looked 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 door and let me lay down for a

Now the gray rain is fallin, my ring fightins
So in the work fields and alleys,ya see I, I all who come
If youre a better man than me, come on,
and step up to the line, step to the line
Show me your , and speak out your crime

Now theres nothin I want Ma, nothin that you say
let me lay down for a while and Ill be on my way

Tonight in a shipyard, a man draws a in the dirt
I to the center, and I take 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