The Boxer
The Celtic Tenors"The Boxer" is a song by The Celtic Tenors, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:26 long and contains 66 lines and 342 words.
Lyrics
0:05I am just a poor boy
0:07Though my story's seldom told
0:10I have squandered my resistance
0:12For a pocketful of mumbles
0:15Such are promises：
0:18All lies and jest
0:20Still
0:20A man hears what he wants to hear
0:23But disregards the rest
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0:34When I left my home and family
0:37I was no more than a boy
0:40In the company of strangers
0:42In the quiet of a railway station
0:45Running scared
0:49Laying low
0:50Seeking out the poorer quarters
0:53Where the ragged people go
0:55Looking for the places only they would know
1:00Lie la lie
1:03Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
1:06Lie la lie
1:08Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
1:10Lie lie lie lie lie
1:16Asking only workman's wages
1:19I come looking for a job
1:21But I get no offers
1:24Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
1:30I do declare
1:32There were times when I was so lonesome
1:35I took some comfort there
1:37La la la la la la la
1:55Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
1:58And wishing I was gone
2:00Going home
2:03Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
2:09Leading me
2:13Going home
2:19In the clearing stands a boxer
2:21And a fighter by his trade
2:24And he carries the reminders
2:27Of every glove that laid him down
2:30Or cut him till he cried out
2:32In his anger and his shame
2:34I am leaving
2:36I am leaving
2:37But the fighter still remains
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2:45Lie la lie
2:47Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
2:50Lie la lie
2:52Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
2:55Lie lie lie lie lie
2:58Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
3:00Lie la lie
3:03Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
3:05Lie lie lie lie lie
3:08Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
3:11Lie la lie
3:13Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
3:15Lie lie lie lie lie
3:19Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
3:21Lie la lie
3:24Lie la lie lie lie lie lie
3:26Lie lie lie lie lie
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 But disregards the rest Mm mm mm mm mm mm Mm mm mm mm mm When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a 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 lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie 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 La la la la la la la 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 Mm mm mm Lie la lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie la lie Lie la lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie
Translation
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