The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel (西蒙和加芬克尔)

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

I've squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles

Such are promises

All lies and jest

Still the 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 runnin scared

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places only they would know

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Asking only workman's wages

I come lookin 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

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And i'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing i was gone goin home

Where the new york city winters aren't bleedin me

Leadin me goin 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

Til he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving i am leaving

But the fighter still remains

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