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17-05-2008, 07:46
Khi ra đi vẫn còn là một cậu bé …
The boxer
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles,
Such are promises
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.
Lie-la-lie...
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 shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
lie-la-lie...
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Q19QZMIO
Và nếu ai một lần đến phiên chợ Scarborough để mua về Mùi tây , ngải đắng , hương thảo cùng cỏ lá thơm . Hãy nhắc tôi về người con gái , nàng là mối chân tình của tôi …
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair...
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there;
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there;
She once was a true love of mine.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=T75MBOSO
Hai trong rất nhiều bài hát của bộ đôi Simon – Garfunkel mà mình rất thích !
The boxer
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles,
Such are promises
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.
Lie-la-lie...
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 shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
lie-la-lie...
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Q19QZMIO
Và nếu ai một lần đến phiên chợ Scarborough để mua về Mùi tây , ngải đắng , hương thảo cùng cỏ lá thơm . Hãy nhắc tôi về người con gái , nàng là mối chân tình của tôi …
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair...
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there;
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there;
She once was a true love of mine.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=T75MBOSO
Hai trong rất nhiều bài hát của bộ đôi Simon – Garfunkel mà mình rất thích !