The Boxer 3D再生

The Boxer
　I am 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 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 Seventh Avenue
　I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
　I took some comfort there

　Now the years are rolling by me　
　They are rocking evenly

I am older than I once was
　But younger than I'll be
　That's not unusual
　No, it isn't strange
　After changes upon changes
　We are more or less the same
　After changes we are more or less the same

　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