Could do with the lyrics to this one...:"The Boxer"I am just a poor boy.Though my story's seldom told,I have squandered my resistanceFor a pocketful of mumbles,Such are promisesAll lies and jestStill, a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the rest.When I left my homeAnd my family,I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station,Running scared,Laying low,Seeking out the poorer quartersWhere the ragged people go,Looking for the placesOnly they would know.Lie-la-lie...Asking only workman's wagesI come looking for a job,But I get no offers,Just a come-on from the whoresOn Seventh AvenueI do declare,There were times when I was solonesomeI took some comfort there.Lie-la-lie...Then I'm laying out my winter clothesAnd wishing I was gone,Going homeWhere the New York City wintersAren't bleeding me,Leading me,Going home.In the clearing stands a boxer,And a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf ev'ry glove that laid him downAnd cut him till he cried outIn his anger and his shame,"I am leaving, I am leaving."But the fighter still remainsLie-la-lie...
9 years ago
umtaranakevna
Todella pidän Jonen ääntämisestä sanoissa "strangers" ja "station" :) Terveisiä Tšekistä!