文本歌词

Joan Baez、Paul Simon - The Boxer (Live)
Lyrics by：Paul Simon/ANNIE GAWENDA
Composed by：Paul Simon/ANNIE GAWENDA
A poor boy
Story's seldom told
Squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
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 lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie lie lie 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
Now the years are rolling by me
They are rockin' evenly
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be that's not unusual
Nor is it strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
La 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 every 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
Still remains
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie