Song | The Boxer |
Artist | Simon |
Album | Bridge Over Troubled Water |
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[00:03.98] | 《The Boxer》- Simon and Garfunkel |
[00:05.91] | I am just a poor boy. |
[00:07.95] | Though my story's seldom told, |
[00:10.68] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:12.72] | For a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:15.83] | Such are promises |
[00:19.41] | All lies and jest |
[00:21.03] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:23.98] | And disregards the rest. |
[00:35.63] | When I left my home |
[00:37.09] | And my family, |
[00:38.43] | I was no more than a boy |
[00:40.63] | In the company of strangers |
[00:43.38] | In the quiet of the railway station, |
[00:46.05] | Running scared, |
[00:48.01] | Laying low, |
[00:51.30] | Seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:53.89] | Where the ragged people go, |
[00:56.54] | Looking for the places |
[00:58.29] | Only they would know. |
[01:01.35] | CHORUSLie-la-lie..... |
[01:17.53] | Asking only workman's wages |
[01:19.78] | I come looking for a job, |
[01:22.14] | But I get no offers. |
[01:25.35] | Just a come-on from the whores |
[01:27.46] | On Seventh Avenue |
[01:31.20] | I do declare, |
[01:32.93] | There were times when I was so lonesome |
[01:35.90] | I took some comfort there. |
[03:18.13][02:10.41] | CHORUS Lie-la-lie..... |
[02:24.43] | Then I'm laying out my winter clothes |
[02:28.81] | And wishing I was gone |
[02:30.70] | Going home |
[02:33.81] | Where the New York City winters |
[02:35.56] | Aren't bleeding me, |
[02:39.85] | Leading me, |
[02:43.68] | Going home. |
[02:50.02] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[02:54.92] | And a fighter by his trade |
[02:57.67] | And he carries the reminders |
[03:00.21] | Of ev'ry glove that laid him down |
[03:03.27] | Or cut him till he cried out |
[03:05.41] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:07.94] | "I am leaving, I am leaving." |
[03:10.61] | But the fighter still remains |
[04:42.61] | By eric 1/7/2002 |
[00:03.98] | The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel |
[00:05.91] | I am just a poor boy. |
[00:07.95] | Though my story' s seldom told, |
[00:10.68] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:12.72] | For a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:15.83] | Such are promises |
[00:19.41] | All lies and jest |
[00:21.03] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:23.98] | And disregards the rest. |
[00:35.63] | When I left my home |
[00:37.09] | And my family, |
[00:38.43] | I was no more than a boy |
[00:40.63] | In the company of strangers |
[00:43.38] | In the quiet of the railway station, |
[00:46.05] | Running scared, |
[00:48.01] | Laying low, |
[00:51.30] | Seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:53.89] | Where the ragged people go, |
[00:56.54] | Looking for the places |
[00:58.29] | Only they would know. |
[01:01.35] | CHORUSLielalie..... |
[01:17.53] | Asking only workman' s wages |
[01:19.78] | I come looking for a job, |
[01:22.14] | But I get no offers. |
[01:25.35] | Just a comeon from the whores |
[01:27.46] | On Seventh Avenue |
[01:31.20] | I do declare, |
[01:32.93] | There were times when I was so lonesome |
[01:35.90] | I took some comfort there. |
[03:18.13][02:10.41] | CHORUS Lielalie..... |
[02:24.43] | Then I' m laying out my winter clothes |
[02:28.81] | And wishing I was gone |
[02:30.70] | Going home |
[02:33.81] | Where the New York City winters |
[02:35.56] | Aren' t bleeding me, |
[02:39.85] | Leading me, |
[02:43.68] | Going home. |
[02:50.02] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[02:54.92] | And a fighter by his trade |
[02:57.67] | And he carries the reminders |
[03:00.21] | Of ev' ry glove that laid him down |
[03:03.27] | Or cut him till he cried out |
[03:05.41] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:07.94] | " I am leaving, I am leaving." |
[03:10.61] | But the fighter still remains |
[04:42.61] | By eric 1 7 2002 |
[00:03.98] | The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel |
[00:05.91] | I am just a poor boy. |
[00:07.95] | Though my story' s seldom told, |
[00:10.68] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:12.72] | For a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:15.83] | Such are promises |
[00:19.41] | All lies and jest |
[00:21.03] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:23.98] | And disregards the rest. |
[00:35.63] | When I left my home |
[00:37.09] | And my family, |
[00:38.43] | I was no more than a boy |
[00:40.63] | In the company of strangers |
[00:43.38] | In the quiet of the railway station, |
[00:46.05] | Running scared, |
[00:48.01] | Laying low, |
[00:51.30] | Seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:53.89] | Where the ragged people go, |
[00:56.54] | Looking for the places |
[00:58.29] | Only they would know. |
[01:01.35] | CHORUSLielalie..... |
[01:17.53] | Asking only workman' s wages |
[01:19.78] | I come looking for a job, |
[01:22.14] | But I get no offers. |
[01:25.35] | Just a comeon from the whores |
[01:27.46] | On Seventh Avenue |
[01:31.20] | I do declare, |
[01:32.93] | There were times when I was so lonesome |
[01:35.90] | I took some comfort there. |
[03:18.13][02:10.41] | CHORUS Lielalie..... |
[02:24.43] | Then I' m laying out my winter clothes |
[02:28.81] | And wishing I was gone |
[02:30.70] | Going home |
[02:33.81] | Where the New York City winters |
[02:35.56] | Aren' t bleeding me, |
[02:39.85] | Leading me, |
[02:43.68] | Going home. |
[02:50.02] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[02:54.92] | And a fighter by his trade |
[02:57.67] | And he carries the reminders |
[03:00.21] | Of ev' ry glove that laid him down |
[03:03.27] | Or cut him till he cried out |
[03:05.41] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:07.94] | " I am leaving, I am leaving." |
[03:10.61] | But the fighter still remains |
[04:42.61] | By eric 1 7 2002 |