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    The document is lyrics to the Simon & Garfunkel song 'The Boxer'. It describes a poor boy leaving his home and family to work in New York City, where he struggles to find work and shelter and longs to return home.

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    The document is lyrics to the Simon & Garfunkel song 'The Boxer'. It describes a poor boy leaving his home and family to work in New York City, where he struggles to find work and shelter and longs to return home.

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    The document is lyrics to the Simon & Garfunkel song 'The Boxer'. It describes a poor boy leaving his home and family to work in New York City, where he struggles to find work and shelter and longs to return home.

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    The Boxer

    Uploaded by

    karolay martinez
    The document is lyrics to the Simon & Garfunkel song 'The Boxer'. It describes a poor boy leaving his home and family to work in New York City, where he struggles to find work and shelter and longs to return home.

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    The boxer, de Simon & Garfunkel lyrics

    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

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    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, le le le le le le le

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    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 ev'ry 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, mmm mmm

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie


    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Solo soy un chico pobre, aunque mi historia es poco contada

    Yo deje mi resistencia para un bolsillo lleno de pitas, ya que asi son promesas

    Todo mentiras y broma, todavia und hombre escucha lo que quiere escuchar Y ignora al resto
    (mmmm...)

    Cuando sali de mi casa y mi familia no era mas que un chico

    En compa~nia de extra~nos

    En el silencio de la estacion ferrocarril, corriendo la liebre

    Me meti abajo, buscando por los barrios mas pobres adonde anda la gente harapienta

    Buscando los sitios que solo ellos conozcan

    (lailalai...)

    Solo preguntando por salario de obreros, vine a buscar un trabajo, pero no recibi ofertas

    Solo un ven-aca de las putas en la Septima Avenida

    Declaro ahora que habia tiempos en los que era tan solo

    Que me hice consolar alla

     
    (lailalai...)

    Ahora los a~nos estan pasandome, patando regularmente

    Soy mas viejo de lo que era y mas joven de lo que sere, eso no es raro

    No, no es raro, despues de cambios y mas cambios somos los mismos mas o menos

    Despues de cambios somos los mismos mas o menos...

    (lailalai...)

    Estoy sacando mi ropa de invierno deseando que me hubiera ido, ido a casa

    Donde los inviernos de la ciudad de Nueva York no me hacen sangrar y me llevan a casa

    En el amanecer esta el boxeador y el luchador de oficio

    Y esta llevando las memorias de todo guante que le hizo caer o que le corto

    Hasta que grito en su ansia y su venganza

    Yo me voy, yo me voy, pero el luchador permanece

    Si, el aun permanece...

    (Lailalai...

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