作词 : Paul Simon 作曲 : Paul Simon 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 jest 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... 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 Lie-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 remainders 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 Lie-la-lie...
[00:00.000] 作词 : Paul Simon [00:01.000] 作曲 : Paul Simon [00:06.23]I am just a poor boy [00:07.97]Though my story's seldom told [00:10.93]I have squandered my resistance [00:13.90]For a pocketful of mumbles [00:16.39]Such are promises [00:18.43]All lies and jest [00:21.34]Still, a man hears what he wants to hear [00:24.18]And disregards the rest [00:26.24]When I left my home and my family [00:38.52]I was no more than a boy [00:40.96]In the company of strangers [00:43.99]In the quiet of the railway station [00:46.72]Running scared [00:50.16]Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters [00:54.11]Where the ragged people go [00:57.11]Looking for the places only they would know [01:01.79]Lie-la-lie... [01:17.49]Asking only workman's wages [01:19.73]I come looking for a job [01:22.28]But I get no offers [01:25.44]Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue [01:31.18]I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome [01:34.99]I took some comfort there [01:37.56]Lie-la-lie... [02:27.36]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes [02:29.84]And wishing I was gone [02:32.01]Going home [02:35.09]Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me [02:38.88]Leading me [02:45.32]Going home [02:54.77]In the clearing stands a boxer [02:56.74]And a fighter by his trade [02:59.12]And he carries the remainders [03:01.71]Of every glove that laid him down [03:05.34]And cut him till he cried out [03:07.38]In his anger and his shame [03:09.30]“I am leaving, I am leaving” [03:12.16]But the fighter still remains [03:19.77]Lie-la-lie... [03:40.11]
