Текст песни Simon and Garfunkel - The Boxer
Simon and Garfunkel - The Boxer слова песни
I`m just a poor boythough my story`s seldom toldI have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumblessuch are promises:All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hearand disregards the restmh -- mh.When I left my home and familyI was no more than a boyin the company of strangersin the quiet of a railway stationrunning scared.Laying lowseeking out the poorer quarters where the raggedpeople golooking for the places only they would know.Lie-la-lie...Asking only workman`s wages I come looking for a jobbut I get no offersjust a comeon from the hores on Seventh Avenue.I do declarethere were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort thereoh la lala lala la.Then I`m laying out my winter clothesand wishing I was gonegoing homewhere the New York City winters aren`t bleeding meleading me going homemh -- mh.In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his tradeand he carries the reminders of ev`ry glove that laid him downor cut him till he cried out in his anger an his shame:I am leaving, I am leaving!but the fighter still remainsmh -- mh.