Lirik Lagu The Boxer - Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel
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I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom toldI have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promisesAll lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the rest (hmmmm....mmmm......)
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangers.....In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scaredLaying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people goLooking for the places only they would know
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)
Seeking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers.....Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh AvenueI do declare, there were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort there (li la la, la, la la)
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even meI am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusualNo it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the sameAfter changes we are more or less the same ...
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)
And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' homeWhere the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him'Til he cried out in his anger and his shameI am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remainsYes, he still remains ...
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)(Li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)(Li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangers.....In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scaredLaying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people goLooking for the places only they would know
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)
Seeking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers.....Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh AvenueI do declare, there were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort there (li la la, la, la la)
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even meI am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusualNo it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the sameAfter changes we are more or less the same ...
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)
And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' homeWhere the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him'Til he cried out in his anger and his shameI am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remainsYes, he still remains ...
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)(Li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)(La la la la li...)(Li la la la li la li)(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
