Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and unlock the
I was just through, I got caught in the rain
Theres nothing I want, that you need say
Just let me lay down for a 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 the money I made
I the fight 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, it came easily
and mercy Ma were always strangers to me

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

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

I took the fix at the state armory, with big John McDowell
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 good money ma, and I looked back

So understand, in the end Ma, every man plays the
If you know me one different, then speak out his
Ma, if my voice now, now you recognize
Then just open the door, and look into your dark
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 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 speak out your

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

Tonight in a shipyard, a man draws a circle in the
I move to the center, and I 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