《The Boxer》歌词

[00:00:01] The Boxer - Hit Crew Masters

[00:00:06] I am just a poor boy

[00:00:08] Though my story's seldom told.

[00:00:11] I have squandered my resistance

[00:00:13] For a pocketful of mumbles,

[00:00:16] Such are promises.

[00:00:18] All lies and jest.

[00:00:20] Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

[00:00:23] And disregards the rest.

[00:00:31] When I left my home

[00:00:33] And my family.

[00:00:34] I was no more than a boy.

[00:00:37] In the company of strangers,

[00:00:40] In the quiet of the railway station

[00:00:43] Running scared.

[00:00:45] Laying low,

[00:00:46] Seeking out the poorer quarters

[00:00:49] Where the ragged people go.

[00:00:52] Looking for the places

[00:00:53] Only they would know.

[00:00:57] Lie-la-lie.....

[00:01:11] Asking only workman's wages,

[00:01:14] I come looking for a job

[00:01:16] But I get no offers.

[00:01:19] Just a come-on from the whores

[00:01:22] On Seventh Avenue.

[00:01:24] I do declare,

[00:01:26] There were times

[00:01:27] When I was so lonesome

[00:01:29] I took some comfort there.

[00:01:38] Then I'm laying out

[00:01:39] My winter clothes

[00:01:40] And wishing I was gone.

[00:01:43] Going home,

[00:01:46] Where the New York City winters

[00:01:48] Aren't bleeding me.

[00:01:51] Leading me

[00:01:54] Going home.

[00:01:57] Lie-la-lie

[00:02:18] In the clearing stands a boxer,

[00:02:20] And a fighter by his trade.

[00:02:23] And he carries the reminders

[00:02:26] Of every glove that laid him down

[00:02:29] Or cut him till he cried out.

[00:02:31] In his anger and his shame,

[00:02:34] "I am leaving, I am leaving."

[00:02:37] But the fighter still remains.

[00:02:42] Lie-la-lie