Song | The Boxer |
Artist | Simon & Garfunkel |
Album | The Best Of Simon & Garfunkel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Simon |
[00:06.12] | I am just a poor boy |
[00:08.00] | though my story's seldom told. |
[00:10.63] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:13.56] | for a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:15.37] | such are promises. |
[00:16.81] | All lies and jest. |
[00:19.43] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:23.37] | and disregards the rest. |
[00:25.56] | Mmm....... |
[00:27.74] | Mmm....... |
[00:35.87] | When I left my home |
[00:37.43] | and my family. |
[00:38.49] | I was no more than a boy. |
[00:41.18] | In the company of strangers, |
[00:43.18] | in the quiet of the railway station |
[00:46.24] | running scared. |
[00:49.56] | Laying low, |
[00:51.43] | seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:53.44] | where the ragged people go. |
[00:56.62] | Looking for the places |
[00:58.25] | only they would know. |
[01:01.43] | Lie-la-lie..... |
[01:04.93] | Lie-la-lie..... |
[01:17.49] | Asking only workman's wages, |
[01:19.43] | I come looking for a job |
[01:21.68] | but I get no offers. |
[01:25.24] | Just a come-on from the whores |
[01:27.55] | on Seventh Avenue. |
[01:31.18] | I do declare, |
[01:32.86] | there were times |
[01:33.99] | when I was so lonesome |
[01:36.11] | I took some comfort there. |
[02:10.55] | Lie-la-lie..... |
[02:15.67] | Lie-la-lie..... |
[02:26.67] | Lie-la-lie..... |
[02:27.05] | Then I'm laying out |
[02:29.05] | my winter clothes |
[02:29.87] | and wishing I was gone. |
[02:34.99] | Going home, |
[02:35.61] | where the New York City winters |
[02:38.05] | aren't bleeding me. |
[02:39.92] | Leading me |
[02:43.87] | going home. |
[02:53.05] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[02:55.67] | and a fighter by his trade. |
[02:58.61] | And he carries the reminders |
[02:59.80] | of ev'ry glove that laid him down |
[03:03.55] | or cut him till he cried out. |
[03:06.30] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:08.19] | "I am leaving, I am leaving." |
[03:10.69] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:13.56] | Mmm............ |
[03:18.37] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[03:23.64] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[03:31.27] | |
[03:33.85] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[03:41.36] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[03:54.04] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[04:01.55] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[04:09.92] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[04:26.74] | Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Simon |
[00:06.12] | I am just a poor boy |
[00:08.00] | though my story' s seldom told. |
[00:10.63] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:13.56] | for a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:15.37] | such are promises. |
[00:16.81] | All lies and jest. |
[00:19.43] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:23.37] | and disregards the rest. |
[00:25.56] | Mmm....... |
[00:27.74] | Mmm....... |
[00:35.87] | When I left my home |
[00:37.43] | and my family. |
[00:38.49] | I was no more than a boy. |
[00:41.18] | In the company of strangers, |
[00:43.18] | in the quiet of the railway station |
[00:46.24] | running scared. |
[00:49.56] | Laying low, |
[00:51.43] | seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:53.44] | where the ragged people go. |
[00:56.62] | Looking for the places |
[00:58.25] | only they would know. |
[01:01.43] | Lielalie..... |
[01:04.93] | Lielalie..... |
[01:17.49] | Asking only workman' s wages, |
[01:19.43] | I come looking for a job |
[01:21.68] | but I get no offers. |
[01:25.24] | Just a comeon from the whores |
[01:27.55] | on Seventh Avenue. |
[01:31.18] | I do declare, |
[01:32.86] | there were times |
[01:33.99] | when I was so lonesome |
[01:36.11] | I took some comfort there. |
[02:10.55] | Lielalie..... |
[02:15.67] | Lielalie..... |
[02:26.67] | Lielalie..... |
[02:27.05] | Then I' m laying out |
[02:29.05] | my winter clothes |
[02:29.87] | and wishing I was gone. |
[02:34.99] | Going home, |
[02:35.61] | where the New York City winters |
[02:38.05] | aren' t bleeding me. |
[02:39.92] | Leading me |
[02:43.87] | going home. |
[02:53.05] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[02:55.67] | and a fighter by his trade. |
[02:58.61] | And he carries the reminders |
[02:59.80] | of ev' ry glove that laid him down |
[03:03.55] | or cut him till he cried out. |
[03:06.30] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:08.19] | " I am leaving, I am leaving." |
[03:10.69] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:13.56] | Mmm............ |
[03:18.37] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:23.64] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:31.27] | |
[03:33.85] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:41.36] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:54.04] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[04:01.55] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[04:09.92] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[04:26.74] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Simon |
[00:06.12] | I am just a poor boy |
[00:08.00] | though my story' s seldom told. |
[00:10.63] | I have squandered my resistance |
[00:13.56] | for a pocketful of mumbles, |
[00:15.37] | such are promises. |
[00:16.81] | All lies and jest. |
[00:19.43] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
[00:23.37] | and disregards the rest. |
[00:25.56] | Mmm....... |
[00:27.74] | Mmm....... |
[00:35.87] | When I left my home |
[00:37.43] | and my family. |
[00:38.49] | I was no more than a boy. |
[00:41.18] | In the company of strangers, |
[00:43.18] | in the quiet of the railway station |
[00:46.24] | running scared. |
[00:49.56] | Laying low, |
[00:51.43] | seeking out the poorer quarters |
[00:53.44] | where the ragged people go. |
[00:56.62] | Looking for the places |
[00:58.25] | only they would know. |
[01:01.43] | Lielalie..... |
[01:04.93] | Lielalie..... |
[01:17.49] | Asking only workman' s wages, |
[01:19.43] | I come looking for a job |
[01:21.68] | but I get no offers. |
[01:25.24] | Just a comeon from the whores |
[01:27.55] | on Seventh Avenue. |
[01:31.18] | I do declare, |
[01:32.86] | there were times |
[01:33.99] | when I was so lonesome |
[01:36.11] | I took some comfort there. |
[02:10.55] | Lielalie..... |
[02:15.67] | Lielalie..... |
[02:26.67] | Lielalie..... |
[02:27.05] | Then I' m laying out |
[02:29.05] | my winter clothes |
[02:29.87] | and wishing I was gone. |
[02:34.99] | Going home, |
[02:35.61] | where the New York City winters |
[02:38.05] | aren' t bleeding me. |
[02:39.92] | Leading me |
[02:43.87] | going home. |
[02:53.05] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
[02:55.67] | and a fighter by his trade. |
[02:58.61] | And he carries the reminders |
[02:59.80] | of ev' ry glove that laid him down |
[03:03.55] | or cut him till he cried out. |
[03:06.30] | In his anger and his shame, |
[03:08.19] | " I am leaving, I am leaving." |
[03:10.69] | But the fighter still remains. |
[03:13.56] | Mmm............ |
[03:18.37] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:23.64] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:31.27] | |
[03:33.85] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:41.36] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[03:54.04] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[04:01.55] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[04:09.92] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |
[04:26.74] | Lielalie.............. Lielalie |