[00:00.000] 作词 : 佚名[00:01.000] 作曲 : 佚名[00:19.710]He is just a poor boy.[00:21.750]Though his story's seldom told,[00:25.200]He has squandered his resistance[00:26.520]For a pocketful of mumbles,[00:29.630]Such are promises[00:33.209]All lies and jest[00:35.990]Still, a man hears what he wants to hear[00:37.778]And disregards the rest.[00:49.679]When He left his home[00:51.697]And his family,[00:52.227]I was no more than a boy[00:54.679]In the company of strangers[00:57.177]In the quiet of the railway station,[01:00.297]Running scared,[01:01.897]Laying low,[01:05.970]Seeking out the poorer quarters[01:07.687]Where the ragged people go,[01:10.688]Looking for the places[01:12.880]Only they would know.[01:15.148]CHORUSLie-la-lie.....[01:31.588]Asking only workman's wages[01:33.577]I come looking for a job,[01:35.937]But I get no offers.[01:39.146]Just a come-on from the whores[01:41.258]On Seventh Avenue[01:44.997]I do declare,[01:46.728]There were times when I was so lonesome[01:49.697]I took some comfort there.[02:24.210]CHORUS Lie-la-lie.....[02:38.230]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes[02:42.610]And wishing I was gone[02:44.500]Going home[02:47.610]Where the New York City winters[02:49.900]Aren't bleeding me,[02:53.650]Leading me,[02:58.200]Going home.[03:04.0]In the clearing stands a boxer,[03:08.720]And a fighter by his trade[03:12.100]And he carries the reminders[03:14.100]Of ev'ry glove that laid him down[03:17.700]Or cut him till he cried out[03:19.210]In his anger and his shame,[03:21.740]"I am leaving, I am leaving."[03:24.500]But the fighter still remains[03:31.930]CHORUS Lie-la-lie.....[04:56.500]By eric 1/7/2002