Luyện nghe bài hát The Hitter

Come to the door Ma, and unlock the
I was just through, I got caught in the rain
nothing I want, nothin 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
the police on my back, I fled all the way down to New Orleans
I in the dockyards, and with the money 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 I did, well 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 tent,and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue, over my jaw
and I stood him, I pounded his bloody body,
into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang, and I kept on and on and on
I felt my glove leather, slip between his skin and bone

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

Then I took the fix at the armory, with big John McDowell
oh, From high in the rafters, I watched myself
As raised his arm my stomach 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, man plays the game
If you know me one different, then out his name
Ma, if my now, now you dont recognize
Then open the door, and look into your dark eyes
I ask of you nothin, not a kiss, not a smile,
open the door and let me lay down for a while

Now the gray rain is fallin, my ring fightins
So in the fields and alleys,ya see I, I take all who come
If youre a better man than me, then 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
let me lay down for a while and Ill be on my way

Tonight in a shipyard, a man draws a circle in the
I to the center, and I take off my shirt
I him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Man no time can
I move hard to the left, and I to the face