The Boxer Lyrics

[00:00.00]	作词 : Paul Simon
[00:01.00]	作曲 : Paul Simon
[00:10.32]	I am just a poor boy
[00:12.11]	Though my story's seldom told
[00:15.05]	I squandered my resistance
[00:17.22]	For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
[00:20.79]
[00:21.74]	All lies and jests
[00:23.08]	Still a man hears
[00:24.37]	What he wants to hear
[00:26.47]	And disregards the rest
[00:28.44]
[00:31.38]	When I left my home and my family
[00:34.01]	I was no more than a boy
[00:36.40]	In the company of strangers
[00:38.96]	In the quiet of the railway stations running scared
[00:42.53]
[00:43.29]	Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
[00:47.00]	Where the ragged people go
[00:49.10]	Looking for the places
[00:51.22]	Only they would know
[00:52.79]
[00:53.75]	Asking only workman's wages
[01:11.10]	I come looking for a job
[01:13.31]	But I get no offers
[01:16.48]	Just a come on
[01:17.41]	From the whores on seventh avenue
[01:20.72]	I do declare there were times
[01:23.13]	When I was so lonesome
[01:25.37]	I took some comfort there
[01:27.56]
[01:31.05]	Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
[01:33.66]	And wishing I was home going home
[01:38.95]	Where the New York City winters
[01:40.64]	Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
[01:47.73]
[02:30.38]	In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
[02:35.53]	And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
[02:40.93]	And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
[02:45.53]	I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains

[00:00.00]	zuo ci : Paul Simon
[00:01.00]	zuo qu : Paul Simon
[00:10.32]	I am just a poor boy
[00:12.11]	Though my story' s seldom told
[00:15.05]	I squandered my resistance
[00:17.22]	For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
[00:20.79]
[00:21.74]	All lies and jests
[00:23.08]	Still a man hears
[00:24.37]	What he wants to hear
[00:26.47]	And disregards the rest
[00:28.44]
[00:31.38]	When I left my home and my family
[00:34.01]	I was no more than a boy
[00:36.40]	In the company of strangers
[00:38.96]	In the quiet of the railway stations running scared
[00:42.53]
[00:43.29]	Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
[00:47.00]	Where the ragged people go
[00:49.10]	Looking for the places
[00:51.22]	Only they would know
[00:52.79]
[00:53.75]	Asking only workman' s wages
[01:11.10]	I come looking for a job
[01:13.31]	But I get no offers
[01:16.48]	Just a come on
[01:17.41]	From the whores on seventh avenue
[01:20.72]	I do declare there were times
[01:23.13]	When I was so lonesome
[01:25.37]	I took some comfort there
[01:27.56]
[01:31.05]	Then I' m laying down my winter clothes
[01:33.66]	And wishing I was home going home
[01:38.95]	Where the New York City winters
[01:40.64]	Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
[01:47.73]
[02:30.38]	In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
[02:35.53]	And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
[02:40.93]	And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
[02:45.53]	I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains

[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Paul Simon
[00:01.00]	zuò qǔ : Paul Simon
[00:10.32]	I am just a poor boy
[00:12.11]	Though my story' s seldom told
[00:15.05]	I squandered my resistance
[00:17.22]	For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
[00:20.79]
[00:21.74]	All lies and jests
[00:23.08]	Still a man hears
[00:24.37]	What he wants to hear
[00:26.47]	And disregards the rest
[00:28.44]
[00:31.38]	When I left my home and my family
[00:34.01]	I was no more than a boy
[00:36.40]	In the company of strangers
[00:38.96]	In the quiet of the railway stations running scared
[00:42.53]
[00:43.29]	Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
[00:47.00]	Where the ragged people go
[00:49.10]	Looking for the places
[00:51.22]	Only they would know
[00:52.79]
[00:53.75]	Asking only workman' s wages
[01:11.10]	I come looking for a job
[01:13.31]	But I get no offers
[01:16.48]	Just a come on
[01:17.41]	From the whores on seventh avenue
[01:20.72]	I do declare there were times
[01:23.13]	When I was so lonesome
[01:25.37]	I took some comfort there
[01:27.56]
[01:31.05]	Then I' m laying down my winter clothes
[01:33.66]	And wishing I was home going home
[01:38.95]	Where the New York City winters
[01:40.64]	Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
[01:47.73]
[02:30.38]	In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
[02:35.53]	And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
[02:40.93]	And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
[02:45.53]	I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains

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