Letra Música The Boxer – Simon & Garfunkel
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
Asking only workman’s 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
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
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid 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
Simon & Garfunkel – The Boxer – Ouvir Música