Trilha Sonora (288) - Simon & Garfunkel

The Boxer

Simon & Garfunkel

Compositor: Paul Simon

I am just a poor boy

Though my stories seldom told

I have squandered my existence

For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises

All lies and jests, still a man hears

What he wants to ear

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 railwaystation running scared

Laying low, seeking aout the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places

Only they would know

Lie la lie

Asking only workmans wages

I come looking for a job but I get no offers

Just a come on from the whores

On 7th avenue

I do declare

There were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

La la lie lie lie lie lie

Lie-la-lie

Now 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 carrys the reminders

Of every 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

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