Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a
in his dungarees 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 out to play the music game

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

he catches himself giggling
He up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk
He keeps down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid with his bike

And he's got Guthrie in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling
This boy is staying

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

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

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

Strum guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you did
Inexperience, it had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's makes you thirsty

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

You can't see the with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from the Lear jet flies
you glide 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 the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

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

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

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

And I help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the 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

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

Yesterday's a that has settled round my waist
Today slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
Am I just a fading or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone story
Your was my poetry
And past, my most potent glory
Your promise was my
Your my nightmare
And your fill my present
Are we going somewhere?

Step up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms in your 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 ears can
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
Sell 'em pre-canned
America
Sing happy after

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

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

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

Harry, are you so naive?
You can believe
That the getting better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you be surprised?
When it's there before eyes
you hold 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 dream when you're
There is no way for them, to alive, to survive

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

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

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

So I stride down sunny streets and the band back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long I am gone
Should I hold this wistful 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 evaporated nightmares had boiled the night before
every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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