The Boxer
I'm just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squadered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When i left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know.
lalala
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But i get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
I do declare
There were times when i was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
lalala
Then i'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing i was gone, going home
Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
i am leaving, i am leaving But the fighter still remains.
lalala
end
The BoxerLRC歌词
[00:08.64]I'm just a poor boy
[00:10.63]Though my story's seldom told
[00:12.48]I have squadered my resistance
[00:14.77]For a pocketful of numbles
[00:16.75]Such are promises, all lies and jest
[00:22.74]Still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:25.26]And disregards the rest.
[00:26.74]
[00:34.09]When i left my home and family
[00:35.60]I was no more than a boy
[00:38.03]In the company of strangers
[00:40.85]In the quiet of the railway station
[00:43.21]Running scared, laying low
[00:48.30]Seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:50.20]Where the ragged people go
[00:52.55]Looking for the places only they would know.
[00:55.86]lalala
[01:07.94]
[01:11.01]Asking only workman's wages
[01:12.99]I come looking for a job
[01:14.85]But i get no offers
[01:17.57]Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
[01:21.97]I do declare
[01:23.04]There were times when i was so lonesome
[01:25.00]I took some comfort there.
[01:27.17]lalala
[01:42.35]
[01:45.09]Then i'm laying out my winter clothes
[01:47.56]And wishing i was gone, going home
[01:51.95]Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
[01:54.78]Leading me
[01:58.05]Going home.
[01:59.89]
[02:05.57]In the clearing stands a boxer
[02:06.66]And a fighter by his trade
[02:08.77]And he carries the reminders
[02:10.90]Of every glove that laid him down
[02:13.35]And cut him till he cried out
[02:15.61]In his anger and his shame
[02:19.24]i am leaving, i am leaving But the fighter still remains.
[02:30.44]lalala
[02:48.05]end
