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 just Still a
clothes And wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me goin' home In the clearing stands a boxer and a
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 jests Still a
a poor boy. Though my story's seldom told, I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are ppromises All lies and jest Still, a
Fordítás: Simon, Paul. A Boxer.
Fordítás: Simon. A Boxer.
Fordítás: Simon és Garfunkel. Bokszoló.
Fordítás: Simon és Garfunkel. A Boxer.