Song | The Boxer |
Artist | Lee DeWyze |
Album | Season 9 Top 7 |
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[ti:The Boxer] | |
[ar:Lee DeWyze] | |
[00:01.12] | Artist :Lee DeWyze |
[00:01.80] | Title :The Boxer |
[00:02.87] | I am just a poor boythough my story 's seldom told. |
[00:07.93] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:11.62] | for a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:13.99] | such are promises. |
[00:17.43] | All lies and jest. |
[00:19.18] | Still,a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:22.43] | and disregards the rest. |
[00:24.86] | Mmm... |
[00:35.05] | When I left my home |
[00:36.43] | and my family. |
[00:37.74] | I was no more than a boy. |
[00:40.24] | In the company of strangers, |
[00:43.05] | in the quiet of the railway station |
[00:47.05] | running scared. |
[00:49.99] | Laying low, |
[00:51.30] | seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:54.93] | where the ragged people go. |
[00:57.24] | Looking for the places |
[00:59.24] | only they would know. |
[01:02.74] | La-la-la... |
[01:19.86] | Asking only workman 's wages, |
[01:21.61] | I come looking for a job |
[01:25.30] | but I get no offers. |
[01:28.61] | Just a come-on from the whores |
[01:30.93] | on Seventh Avenue. |
[01:34.99] | I do declare, |
[01:35.74] | there were times |
[01:37.61] | when I was so lonesome |
[01:39.55] | I took some comfort there. |
[01:49.75] | Now the years are rolling by me |
[01:52.49] | They are rockin 'easily |
[01:54.00] | I am older than I once was |
[01:57.50] | and younger than I 'll be |
[02:01.12] | That 's not unusual. |
[02:04.75] | It isn 't strange |
[02:06.68] | after changes upon changes |
[02:09.06] | we are more or less the same |
[02:11.87] | After changes we are more or less the same |
[02:17.43] | La-la-la... |
[02:35.12] | And I 'm laying out |
[02:36.68] | my winter clothes |
[02:37.43] | and wishing I was gone. |
[02:40.68] | Going home, |
[02:43.43] | where the New York City winters |
[02:46.12] | aren 't bleeding me. |
[02:49.93] | Leading me |
[02:54.43] | going home. |
[03:04.68] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[03:06.80] | and a fighter by his trade. |
[03:10.06] | And he carries the reminders |
[03:13.24] | of ev 'ry glove that laid him down |
[03:15.80] | or cut him till he cried out. |
[03:19.12] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:21.43] | "I am leaving,I am leaving." |
[03:24.18] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:27.06] | "I am leaving..." |
[03:29.12] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:32.43] | La-la-la... |
ti: The Boxer | |
ar: Lee DeWyze | |
[00:01.12] | Artist : Lee DeWyze |
[00:01.80] | Title : The Boxer |
[00:02.87] | I am just a poor boythough my story s seldom told. |
[00:07.93] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:11.62] | for a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:13.99] | such are promises. |
[00:17.43] | All lies and jest. |
[00:19.18] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:22.43] | and disregards the rest. |
[00:24.86] | Mmm... |
[00:35.05] | When I left my home |
[00:36.43] | and my family. |
[00:37.74] | I was no more than a boy. |
[00:40.24] | In the company of strangers, |
[00:43.05] | in the quiet of the railway station |
[00:47.05] | running scared. |
[00:49.99] | Laying low, |
[00:51.30] | seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:54.93] | where the ragged people go. |
[00:57.24] | Looking for the places |
[00:59.24] | only they would know. |
[01:02.74] | Lalala... |
[01:19.86] | Asking only workman s wages, |
[01:21.61] | I come looking for a job |
[01:25.30] | but I get no offers. |
[01:28.61] | Just a comeon from the whores |
[01:30.93] | on Seventh Avenue. |
[01:34.99] | I do declare, |
[01:35.74] | there were times |
[01:37.61] | when I was so lonesome |
[01:39.55] | I took some comfort there. |
[01:49.75] | Now the years are rolling by me |
[01:52.49] | They are rockin easily |
[01:54.00] | I am older than I once was |
[01:57.50] | and younger than I ll be |
[02:01.12] | That s not unusual. |
[02:04.75] | It isn t strange |
[02:06.68] | after changes upon changes |
[02:09.06] | we are more or less the same |
[02:11.87] | After changes we are more or less the same |
[02:17.43] | Lalala... |
[02:35.12] | And I m laying out |
[02:36.68] | my winter clothes |
[02:37.43] | and wishing I was gone. |
[02:40.68] | Going home, |
[02:43.43] | where the New York City winters |
[02:46.12] | aren t bleeding me. |
[02:49.93] | Leading me |
[02:54.43] | going home. |
[03:04.68] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[03:06.80] | and a fighter by his trade. |
[03:10.06] | And he carries the reminders |
[03:13.24] | of ev ry glove that laid him down |
[03:15.80] | or cut him till he cried out. |
[03:19.12] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:21.43] | I am leaving, I am leaving. |
[03:24.18] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:27.06] | I am leaving... |
[03:29.12] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:32.43] | Lalala... |
ti: The Boxer | |
ar: Lee DeWyze | |
[00:01.12] | Artist : Lee DeWyze |
[00:01.80] | Title : The Boxer |
[00:02.87] | I am just a poor boythough my story s seldom told. |
[00:07.93] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:11.62] | for a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:13.99] | such are promises. |
[00:17.43] | All lies and jest. |
[00:19.18] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:22.43] | and disregards the rest. |
[00:24.86] | Mmm... |
[00:35.05] | When I left my home |
[00:36.43] | and my family. |
[00:37.74] | I was no more than a boy. |
[00:40.24] | In the company of strangers, |
[00:43.05] | in the quiet of the railway station |
[00:47.05] | running scared. |
[00:49.99] | Laying low, |
[00:51.30] | seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:54.93] | where the ragged people go. |
[00:57.24] | Looking for the places |
[00:59.24] | only they would know. |
[01:02.74] | Lalala... |
[01:19.86] | Asking only workman s wages, |
[01:21.61] | I come looking for a job |
[01:25.30] | but I get no offers. |
[01:28.61] | Just a comeon from the whores |
[01:30.93] | on Seventh Avenue. |
[01:34.99] | I do declare, |
[01:35.74] | there were times |
[01:37.61] | when I was so lonesome |
[01:39.55] | I took some comfort there. |
[01:49.75] | Now the years are rolling by me |
[01:52.49] | They are rockin easily |
[01:54.00] | I am older than I once was |
[01:57.50] | and younger than I ll be |
[02:01.12] | That s not unusual. |
[02:04.75] | It isn t strange |
[02:06.68] | after changes upon changes |
[02:09.06] | we are more or less the same |
[02:11.87] | After changes we are more or less the same |
[02:17.43] | Lalala... |
[02:35.12] | And I m laying out |
[02:36.68] | my winter clothes |
[02:37.43] | and wishing I was gone. |
[02:40.68] | Going home, |
[02:43.43] | where the New York City winters |
[02:46.12] | aren t bleeding me. |
[02:49.93] | Leading me |
[02:54.43] | going home. |
[03:04.68] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[03:06.80] | and a fighter by his trade. |
[03:10.06] | And he carries the reminders |
[03:13.24] | of ev ry glove that laid him down |
[03:15.80] | or cut him till he cried out. |
[03:19.12] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:21.43] | I am leaving, I am leaving. |
[03:24.18] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:27.06] | I am leaving... |
[03:29.12] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:32.43] | Lalala... |