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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Boxer”

• I'm just a poor boy
  though my story's seldom told
  
  I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
  
  such are promises:
  All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear
  and disregards the rest
  mh -- mh.
  
  When I left my home and family
  I was no more than a boy
  in the company of strangers
  in the quiet of a 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 comeon from the hores on Seventh Avenue.
  I do declare
  there were times when I was so lonesome
  I took some comfort there
  oh la la
  la la
  la la.
  
  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
  
  leading me going home
  mh -- mh.
  
  In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
  
  and he carries the reminders of ev'ry glove that laid him down
  or cut him till he cried out in his anger an his shame:
  I am leaving, I am leaving!
  but the fighter still remains
  mh -- mh.
  

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