歌曲 | The Boxer |
歌手 | The King's Singers |
专辑 | Capella |
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Lyrics:Paul Simon Music:Paul Simon | |
I am just a poor boy | |
Though my story's seldom told | |
I have squandered my resistance | |
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises | |
All lies and jests | |
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 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 | |
Lie la lie ... | |
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 | |
Lie la lie ... | |
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 | |
Bleeding me, going home | |
In the clearing stands a boxer | |
And a fighter by his trade | |
And he carries the reminders | |
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down | |
Or cut him till he cried out | |
In his anger and his shame | |
'I am leaving, I am leaving' | |
But the fighter still remains | |
Lie la lie ... |
Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon | |
I am just a poor boy | |
Though my story' s seldom told | |
I have squandered my resistance | |
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises | |
All lies and jests | |
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 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 | |
Lie la lie ... | |
Asking only workman' s wages | |
I come looking for a job | |
But I get no offers, | |
Just a comeon from the whores on Seventh Avenue | |
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome | |
I took some comfort there | |
Lie la lie ... | |
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 | |
Bleeding me, going home | |
In the clearing stands a boxer | |
And a fighter by his trade | |
And he carries the reminders | |
Of ev' ry glove that laid him down | |
Or cut him till he cried out | |
In his anger and his shame | |
' I am leaving, I am leaving' | |
But the fighter still remains | |
Lie la lie ... |
Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon | |
I am just a poor boy | |
Though my story' s seldom told | |
I have squandered my resistance | |
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises | |
All lies and jests | |
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 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 | |
Lie la lie ... | |
Asking only workman' s wages | |
I come looking for a job | |
But I get no offers, | |
Just a comeon from the whores on Seventh Avenue | |
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome | |
I took some comfort there | |
Lie la lie ... | |
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 | |
Bleeding me, going home | |
In the clearing stands a boxer | |
And a fighter by his trade | |
And he carries the reminders | |
Of ev' ry glove that laid him down | |
Or cut him till he cried out | |
In his anger and his shame | |
' I am leaving, I am leaving' | |
But the fighter still remains | |
Lie la lie ... |