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 he's going to school
His are made 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
used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed
And some creased and dreams
His a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Revere

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey kid, you know you can hear your
As you're up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust
The capturing of is the way to write a song
when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my
And your past, my most potent
Your promise was my
hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems my present
Are we both going

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

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

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

There's a band on the Titanic
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
That was on the today
It said dreams were out of fashion
We'll no more empty promises
There'll be no more passions
To clutter up our

It really was a good
The went on to say
It shows that we are up
In oh, so many ways
And I told myself is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about

Harry, are you really so
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 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 when you're
There is no way for them, to alive, to survive

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

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

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

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

Well I got up this morning, I need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night
With every new day's dawning, my kid in my bed
And tells the cynics of the room your language is dead

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

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

Strum your guitar, it kid
Just about your 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 on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow
Won't you dance me

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

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