The Boxer Lyrics
| Song | The Boxer |
| Artist | Simon & Garfunkel |
| Album | Love Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : P. Simon |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : P. Simon |
| [00:05.91] | I am just a poor boy. |
| [00:07.95] | Though my story's seldom told, |
| [00:10.68] | I have squandered my resistance |
| [00:12.72] | For a pocketful of mumbles, |
| [00:15.83] | Such are promises |
| [00:19.41] | All lies and jest |
| [00:21.03] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
| [00:23.98] | And disregards the rest. |
| [00:35.63] | When I left my home |
| [00:37.09] | And my family, |
| [00:38.43] | I was no more than a boy |
| [00:40.63] | In the company of strangers |
| [00:43.38] | In the quiet of the railway station, |
| [00:46.05] | Running scared, |
| [00:48.01] | Laying low, |
| [00:51.30] | Seeking out the poorer quarters |
| [00:53.89] | Where the ragged people go, |
| [00:56.54] | Looking for the places |
| [00:58.29] | Only they would know. |
| [01:01.35] | |
| [01:17.53] | Asking only workman's wages |
| [01:19.78] | I come looking for a job, |
| [01:22.14] | But I get no offers. |
| [01:25.35] | Just a come-on from the whores |
| [01:27.46] | On Seventh Avenue |
| [01:31.20] | I do declare, |
| [01:32.93] | There were times when I was so lonesome |
| [01:35.90] | I took some comfort there. |
| [03:18.13][02:10.41] | |
| [02:24.43] | Then I'm laying out my winter clothes |
| [02:28.81] | And wishing I was gone |
| [02:30.70] | Going home |
| [02:33.81] | Where the New York City winters |
| [02:35.56] | Aren't bleeding me, |
| [02:39.85] | Leading me, |
| [02:43.68] | Going home. |
| [02:50.02] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
| [02:54.92] | And a fighter by his trade |
| [02:57.67] | And he carries the reminders |
| [03:00.21] | Of ev'ry glove that laid him down |
| [03:03.27] | Or cut him till he cried out |
| [03:05.41] | In his anger and his shame, |
| [03:07.94] | "I am leaving, I am leaving." |
| [03:10.61] | But the fighter still remains |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : P. Simon |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : P. Simon |
| [00:05.91] | I am just a poor boy. |
| [00:07.95] | Though my story' s seldom told, |
| [00:10.68] | I have squandered my resistance |
| [00:12.72] | For a pocketful of mumbles, |
| [00:15.83] | Such are promises |
| [00:19.41] | All lies and jest |
| [00:21.03] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
| [00:23.98] | And disregards the rest. |
| [00:35.63] | When I left my home |
| [00:37.09] | And my family, |
| [00:38.43] | I was no more than a boy |
| [00:40.63] | In the company of strangers |
| [00:43.38] | In the quiet of the railway station, |
| [00:46.05] | Running scared, |
| [00:48.01] | Laying low, |
| [00:51.30] | Seeking out the poorer quarters |
| [00:53.89] | Where the ragged people go, |
| [00:56.54] | Looking for the places |
| [00:58.29] | Only they would know. |
| [01:01.35] | |
| [01:17.53] | Asking only workman' s wages |
| [01:19.78] | I come looking for a job, |
| [01:22.14] | But I get no offers. |
| [01:25.35] | Just a comeon from the whores |
| [01:27.46] | On Seventh Avenue |
| [01:31.20] | I do declare, |
| [01:32.93] | There were times when I was so lonesome |
| [01:35.90] | I took some comfort there. |
| [03:18.13][02:10.41] | |
| [02:24.43] | Then I' m laying out my winter clothes |
| [02:28.81] | And wishing I was gone |
| [02:30.70] | Going home |
| [02:33.81] | Where the New York City winters |
| [02:35.56] | Aren' t bleeding me, |
| [02:39.85] | Leading me, |
| [02:43.68] | Going home. |
| [02:50.02] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
| [02:54.92] | And a fighter by his trade |
| [02:57.67] | And he carries the reminders |
| [03:00.21] | Of ev' ry glove that laid him down |
| [03:03.27] | Or cut him till he cried out |
| [03:05.41] | In his anger and his shame, |
| [03:07.94] | " I am leaving, I am leaving." |
| [03:10.61] | But the fighter still remains |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : P. Simon |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : P. Simon |
| [00:05.91] | I am just a poor boy. |
| [00:07.95] | Though my story' s seldom told, |
| [00:10.68] | I have squandered my resistance |
| [00:12.72] | For a pocketful of mumbles, |
| [00:15.83] | Such are promises |
| [00:19.41] | All lies and jest |
| [00:21.03] | Still, a man hears what he wants to hear |
| [00:23.98] | And disregards the rest. |
| [00:35.63] | When I left my home |
| [00:37.09] | And my family, |
| [00:38.43] | I was no more than a boy |
| [00:40.63] | In the company of strangers |
| [00:43.38] | In the quiet of the railway station, |
| [00:46.05] | Running scared, |
| [00:48.01] | Laying low, |
| [00:51.30] | Seeking out the poorer quarters |
| [00:53.89] | Where the ragged people go, |
| [00:56.54] | Looking for the places |
| [00:58.29] | Only they would know. |
| [01:01.35] | |
| [01:17.53] | Asking only workman' s wages |
| [01:19.78] | I come looking for a job, |
| [01:22.14] | But I get no offers. |
| [01:25.35] | Just a comeon from the whores |
| [01:27.46] | On Seventh Avenue |
| [01:31.20] | I do declare, |
| [01:32.93] | There were times when I was so lonesome |
| [01:35.90] | I took some comfort there. |
| [03:18.13][02:10.41] | |
| [02:24.43] | Then I' m laying out my winter clothes |
| [02:28.81] | And wishing I was gone |
| [02:30.70] | Going home |
| [02:33.81] | Where the New York City winters |
| [02:35.56] | Aren' t bleeding me, |
| [02:39.85] | Leading me, |
| [02:43.68] | Going home. |
| [02:50.02] | In the clearing stands a boxer, |
| [02:54.92] | And a fighter by his trade |
| [02:57.67] | And he carries the reminders |
| [03:00.21] | Of ev' ry glove that laid him down |
| [03:03.27] | Or cut him till he cried out |
| [03:05.41] | In his anger and his shame, |
| [03:07.94] | " I am leaving, I am leaving." |
| [03:10.61] | But the fighter still remains |
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