Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

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

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

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

There's Seeger in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow
To heal the cracks that apart
gone plastic

And now there's dripping from his mouth
He's hitching way down south
To learn a black and blues
old street 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 chords good news
And cursed with skin that calls for
They put their and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music way down there
The real learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, 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 you can hear your footsteps
As kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a
when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with in your eyes
Your feet can't the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you in silent 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 grab the wheel of fortune, you get up in the cog

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

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

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

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

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

Yesterday's a that has settled round my waist
Today keeps by me, it leaves no aftertaste
is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a passing through?

my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your was my poetry
And your past, my most glory
promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my
And problems fill my present
Are we both somewhere?

Step right up young
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not
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 flag and sell us on restraint

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

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

There's a dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow
Won't you with me

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

It really was a good
The went on to say
It shows we are growing up
In oh, so healthy ways
And I told myself is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like 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 be surprised?
When there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that her
You live the life that her to the bone

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

It's not enough to listen, not enough 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 enough to be alive, when your future's deferred

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dance on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
The on the starboard bow
Won't you dance me

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

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

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