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 but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the game

There are patches on his jacket
used bleach to fade his jeans
With a new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled
His face a garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he himself giggling
He forces up a
Though he'd have a milk shake
He forcing down the beer
Just folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother his bike

And got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his
And his Beatles and the Rolling Stones
boy is staying acoustic

There's Seeger singing in his
He his songs will somehow start
To heal the that split apart
America gone

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

With cracked old Gibsons and red shoes
1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin calls for blood
They put face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way down
The real ones it somewhere

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

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

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

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

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

I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me

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

And I can't being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the questions
"Why winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden that I was singing for
The chorus of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the on the shelf
Only when the up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled my waist
Today slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing

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

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

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

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

a dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow
you dance with me

Yes I it in the New York Times
That was on the today
It said dreams were out of fashion
We'll no more empty promises
There'll be no wasted passions
To up our play

It was a good sign
The went on to say
It that we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy
And I told myself this is exactly I'm at
But I don't much like thinking that

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

dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you just 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 is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow
Won't you dance me

Yeah the dance on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow
Won't you dance me

on
Yeah the band on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow