Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner hear him like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to
His cheeks are of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music

There are fake on his jacket
He's bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay shirt
And creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his are virgin clear
His is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches giggling
He forces up a
Though rather have a milk shake
He keeps down the beer
another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his

And he's got running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's his home
And his Beatles and the Rolling Stones
This boy is acoustic

There's Seeger in his heart
He hopes his will somehow start
To the cracks that split apart
America plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping his mouth
He's hitching himself way south
To learn a little black and
From old men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to
knew it, so they just got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay
Playing 1 4 5 like good news
And with skin that calls for blood
They put their and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way there
The real ones it somewhere

Strum guitar, sing it kid
Just write about feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you

Hey kid, you you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the
And the rustling in the shadows tells you you can trust
The of whispers is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your
Your feet can't feel the from where the Lear jet flies
you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the screen

Now you dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs
When you the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out there
On the and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks the walls

When I started this song I was still
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley would be
And I fantasized tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed
got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a roar

And I can't help being on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded
"Why does come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the
Only the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy without a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no
Tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
Am I a fading fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my
And your past, my most potent
Your was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my
And your fill my present
Are we both somewhere?

Step right up young
two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in rigor mortise smile
your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the language
That your old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that coming clear
Does it mean there's no ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of dream?

Oh B U Y
'em pre-canned laughter
America
Sing happy ever

a dance band on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New Times
That was on the stands
It said that were out of fashion
We'll no more empty promises
There'll be no wasted passions
To clutter up our

It really was a good
The words on to say
It shows we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy
And I told myself this is exactly I'm at
But I much like thinking about that

Harry, are you so naive?
You can believe
the country's getting better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you really be
When it's there before your
When you hold the that carves her
You the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
If you dream when you're asleep
is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, it's not to see
When the hurricane is coming on, not enough to flee
not enough to be in love we hide behind that word
It's not to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, I've run through my mind
My breath's the only and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest
The answer is a question I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and
Or just an warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or of belief
Making too of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am
Should I this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no
It nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid in my bed
And tells the of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander with my music the jungles of despair
My kid will guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel daddy that there only was one choice

Strum your guitar, it kid
Just write about your feelings not the you never did
Inexperience, it had cursed me
But your is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum your guitar, it kid
write about your feelings not the things you never did

Dance band on the
Singing my God to thee
The iceberg's on the bow
Won't you with me

The dance band on the
Singing my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow
Won't you with me

Yeah the dance band on the
nearer my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you dance me

on
Yeah the band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow