โหลดเพลง mp3 The Boxer (Remastered) - Bob Dylan

the boxer-bob dylan
Im just a poor boy
Though my storys seldom told
I have squadered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.

When I left my home and 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 workmans wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue

I do declare

There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

Then Im laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, going home

Where the new york city winters arent 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

And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains.