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The Boxer - Paula Fernandes
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have 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
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
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
Bleeding 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 layed 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
Lie la lie
- 1 Paula Fernandes
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:01.15]The Boxer - Paula Fernandes
[00:06.00]I am just a poor boy
[00:08.14]Though my story's seldom told
[00:10.50]I have squandered my resistance
[00:13.23]For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
[00:19.98]All lies and jests
[00:21.64]Still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:24.91]And disregards the rest
[00:36.86]When I left my home and my family
[00:39.68]I was no more than a boy
[00:42.25]In the company of strangers
[00:45.20]In the quiet of the railway station running scared
[00:51.69]Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:55.91]Where the ragged people go
[00:58.37]Looking for the places only they would know
[01:03.84]Lie la lie
[01:20.27]Asking only workman's wages
[01:23.11]I come looking for a job
[01:25.62]But I get no offers
[01:28.66]Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
[01:34.76]I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
[01:40.03]I took some comfort there
[01:41.81]Lie la lie
[02:31.41]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
[02:34.19]And wishing I was gone
[02:36.64]Going home
[02:39.81]Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
[02:46.00]Bleeding me going home
[02:58.59]In the clearing stands a boxer
[03:01.32]And a fighter by his trade
[03:03.87]And he carries the reminders
[03:07.14]Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
[03:09.89]Or cut him till he cried out
[03:12.40]In his anger and his shame
[03:14.64]"I am leaving I am leaving"
[03:17.73]But the fighter still remains
[03:25.60]Lie la lie
