The Boxer
I am just a poor boy
though my story's seldom told
i have squandered my resistance
for a pocketful of mumbles
sush are promises
all les and jest
still,a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest
when i left my home and my family
i was no more than a boy
in the company of strangers
in the quiest of the railway station
running scared,laying low
seeking out the poorer quarter where
the ragged people
go looking for the places only they
would know
asking only workman's wages
i come looking for a job
but i get no offers
just a come-on from the hores on
seventh avenue
i do declare
there were times when i was so lonesome
i took some comfort there
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 or cut
him
till he cried out in his angervand his
shame
"i am leaving,i am leaving."
but the fighter still remains
The BoxerLRC歌词
[00:06.11]I am just a poor boy
[00:07.808]though my story's seldom told
[00:12.525]i have squandered my resistance
[00:14.140]for a pocketful of mumbles
[00:15.933]sush are promises
[00:19.305]all les and jest
[00:20.890]still,a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:24.95]and disregards the rest
[00:35.934]when i left my home and my family
[00:38.129]i was no more than a boy
[00:41.234]in the company of strangers
[00:42.979]in the quiest of the railway station
[00:46.579]running scared,laying low
[00:53.165]seeking out the poorer quarter where
[00:54.843]the ragged people
[00:56.628]go looking for the places only they
[01:00.483]would know
[01:01.883]asking only workman's wages
[01:19.808]i come looking for a job
[01:22.593]but i get no offers
[01:25.473]just a come-on from the hores on
[01:27.595]seventh avenue
[01:28.07]i do declare
[01:33.490]there were times when i was so lonesome
[01:35.996]i took some comfort there
[02:10.835]then i 'm laying out my winter clothes
[02:29.260]and wishing i was gone
[02:31.169]going home
[02:34.339]where the new york city winters
[02:35.925]aren't bleeding me
[02:40.284]leading me,going home
[02:53.522]in the clearing stands a boxer
[02:55.789]and a fighter by his trade
[02:57.963]and he carries the reminders
[03:01.299]of every glove that laid him down or cut
[03:03.659]him
[03:06.684]till he cried out in his angervand his
[03:08.797]shame
[03:09.39]"i am leaving,i am leaving."
[04:23.483]but the fighter still remains
