Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

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

I was no more than a kid, when you put me on. the Southern
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

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

I champion Jack Thompson, in a field full 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 stood over him, I his bloody body,
into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang, and still I on and on and on
I felt my glove leather, slip between his skin and bone

Then the women and the money came 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 good Ma, ya see I, I have no regrets

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 went
I stuffed my bag with their good ma, and I never looked back

So understand, in the end Ma, every man the game
If you me one different, then speak out his name
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 the door 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 man than me, then come on,
and step up to the line, right to the line
Show me your money , and out your crime

Now theres nothin I want Ma, nothin you need 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 move to the center, and I 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