La Faccia di Tommy appena lo vede dice tutto... avrà pensato: Con questo devo impegnarmi seriamente! E anche se Bud ha vinto, sicuro Tommy è stato l'unico avversario alla sua altezza
I am 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 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 Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-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 7th Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there, la-la-la-la-la-la-la Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-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 every 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
0:24 Am I the only to notice that when the Blue credit rolls up go up we ascend into heaven as if signifying Blue finally being at rest as the pledge was able to complete their goal.
Listening to this for the thousandth time since my last comment. John's singing and playing is just a masterpiece. It conjures up so many emotions in me which I don't really understand, scenes from my childhood.....and trying to picture those lawless days in a really strange country... I don't understand why this track affects me so much
