SIMON & GARFUNKEL
01.The Boxer 02.Scarborough Fair 03.Bridge Over Troubled Water 04.The Sound 05.Mrs. Robinson 06.El Condor Pasa 07.America 08.The Sound Of Silence 09.El 10.Mrs. Robinson 11.The Boxer 12.Scarborough Fair 13.America 14.Brige
15.The Sound Of Silience 16.El Condor Pasa 17.Mrs. Robinson 18.The Boxer 19.Scarborough Fair 20.America #SIMON & GARUNKEL New Album Music Playlist So
I am just 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 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.
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 ev'ry 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
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01.The Boxer 02.Scarborough Fair 03.Bridge Over Troubled Water 04.The Sound 05.Mrs. Robinson 06.El Condor Pasa 07.America 08.The Sound Of Silence 09.El 10.Mrs. Robinson 11.The Boxer 12.Scarborough Fair 13.America 14.Brige 15.The Sound Of Silience 16.El Condor Pasa 17.Mrs. Robinson 18.The Boxer 19.Scarborough Fair 20.Americ
#SIMON & GARUNKEL New Album Music Playlist Song
I am just 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 man hears what he wants to
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