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The Boxer Karaoke - Gerry Guthrie

To nagranie jest coverem The Boxer rozsławionym przez Gerry Guthrie

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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About

Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 101 BPM)

Tonacja taka jak orginał: C

Czas trwania: 03:26 - Podgląd na stronie: 01:33

Data wydania: 2014
Genres: Country, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Paul Simon

Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.

Tekst The Boxer

Li li li li li li li li li li
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I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I've squandered my existence
On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies in jest 'till a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest li li li li li li li li li
Well I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station runnin' scared
Layin' low, seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go looking for the places only they would know
Li li li li li li li li li li
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Seeking 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
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In a' laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home going home
Where the New York city winters aren't a' bleeding me bleeding me going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminders
Of every bloke that laid him down or clept him 'till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving
I am leaving but the fighter still remains
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