Salins Hulbot
Duha ka late 60s song ang na relevant pagbalik ning semana ni Manny Pacquiao. Gipildi ni Pacquiao si Rios ug gipakita niya nga di pa siya laos. Apan pag-abot niyag balik sa Pinas giwitkan dayon ang iyang dunggan sa BIR.
Kadtong mga kaedad ko, maayo tingali nga manganta kita ning duha ka kanta og ipahinungod ta kang Manny. Kamong mga batabata pa og wa kahibaw sa padagan ning maong mga kanta, hala, pag research sa mo sa YouTube.
Ang unang kanta nga The Boxer gikanta sa duo nga Simon ang Garfunkel niadtong 1968 ug gisulat kini ni Paul Simon sa maong duo. Murag New York ang setting ning maong kanta pero murag makita mo si Manny sa mga eksena nga gi-describe sa maong kanta.
Ang taxman nga gi-record sa The Beatles niadtong 1966, gisulat sa ilang gitarista nga si George Harrison. Ang gobyerno sa England maoy gibirahan ning maong kanta apan mahimo gihapong kantahon kini ni Manny batok sa BIR.
Okay, ah One, two, three fah!
“The Boxer”
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…
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/And cut him till he cried out/In his anger and his shame/”I am leaving, I am leaving”/But the fighter still remains
Lie-la-lie…
Taxman
Let me tell you how it will be/There’s one for you, nineteen for me/’Cause I’m the taxman/Yeah, I’m the taxman
Should five percent appear too small/Be thankful I don’t take it all/’Cause I’m the taxman/Yeah, I’m the taxman
(If you drive a car, car)/I’ll tax the street/(If you try to sit, sit)/I’ll tax your seat/(If you get too cold, cold)/I’ll tax the heat/(If you take a walk, walk)/I’ll tax your feet/(Taxman)
‘Cause I’m the taxman/Yeah, I’m the taxman
Don’t ask me what I want it for/(Ha ha, Mr. Wilson)/If you don’t want to pay some more/(Ha ha, Mr. Heath)/’Cause I’m the taxman/Yeah, I’m the taxman
Now my advice for those who die/(Taxman)/Declare the pennies on your eyes/(Taxman)/’Cause I’m the taxman/Yeah, I’m the taxman/And you’re working for no one but me/(Taxman)