Bob Dylan - The Boxer (Remastered)
[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com [00:08.06]I'm just a poor boy [00:09.88]Though my storys seldom told [00:11.44]I have squadered my resistance [00:14.08]For a pocketful of numbles [00:16.09]Such are promises all lies and jest [00:22.40]Still a man hears what he wants to hear [00:25.01]And disregards the rest [00:26.58]When I left my home and family [00:35.70]I was no more than a boy [00:37.70]In the company of strangers [00:39.57]In the quiet of the railway station [00:42.69]Running scared laying low [00:47.82]Seeking out the poorer quarters [00:49.90]Where the ragged people go [00:52.26]Looking for the places only they would know [00:56.89]Asking only workmans wages [01:12.13]I come looking for a job [01:14.37]But I get no offers [01:16.93]Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue [01:21.30]I do declare [01:22.68]There were times when I was so lonesome [01:24.80]I took some comfort there [01:31.34]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes [01:46.78]And wishing I was gone going home [01:50.96]Where the new york city winters arent bleeding me [01:55.70]Leading me [01:57.52]Going home [02:04.07]In the clearing stands a boxer [02:06.00]And a fighter by his trade [02:08.38]And he carries the reminders [02:10.18]Of every glove that laid him down [02:13.12]And cut him till he cried out [02:14.80]In his anger and his shame [02:16.92]I am leaving I am leaving [02:18.92]But the fighter still remains
The BoxerLRC滚动歌词
[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com[00:08.06]I'm just a poor boy
[00:09.88]Though my storys seldom told
[00:11.44]I have squadered my resistance
[00:14.08]For a pocketful of numbles
[00:16.09]Such are promises all lies and jest
[00:22.40]Still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:25.01]And disregards the rest
[00:26.58]When I left my home and family
[00:35.70]I was no more than a boy
[00:37.70]In the company of strangers
[00:39.57]In the quiet of the railway station
[00:42.69]Running scared laying low
[00:47.82]Seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:49.90]Where the ragged people go
[00:52.26]Looking for the places only they would know
[00:56.89]Asking only workmans wages
[01:12.13]I come looking for a job
[01:14.37]But I get no offers
[01:16.93]Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
[01:21.30]I do declare
[01:22.68]There were times when I was so lonesome
[01:24.80]I took some comfort there
[01:31.34]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
[01:46.78]And wishing I was gone going home
[01:50.96]Where the new york city winters arent bleeding me
[01:55.70]Leading me
[01:57.52]Going home
[02:04.07]In the clearing stands a boxer
[02:06.00]And a fighter by his trade
[02:08.38]And he carries the reminders
[02:10.18]Of every glove that laid him down
[02:13.12]And cut him till he cried out
[02:14.80]In his anger and his shame
[02:16.92]I am leaving I am leaving
[02:18.92]But the fighter still remains