ฟังเพลงThe Boxer

I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles'

Such are promises

All lies and jest

Still' a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

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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

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

Lie-la-lie

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

Leading 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

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