Questão 16 da UERJ 2021 (inglês)

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, runnin’ 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 la la 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

Now the years are rolling by me They are rockin’ evenly I am older than I once was And younger than I’ll be; that’s not unusual Nor is it strange

After changes upon changes We are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same

And I’m laying out my winter 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 fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down or cut him ‘Til he cried out in his anger and his shame “I am leaving, I am leaving”, but the fighter still remains