Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming a fool
in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of 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 used bleach to fade his
With a brand new stay pressed
And creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish but his eyes are virgin clear
His is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself
He up a sneer
Though he'd have a milk shake
He keeps forcing the beer
Just another folkie, in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother 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 Stones
This boy is acoustic

Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will start
To heal the cracks split apart
America plastic

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

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

Strum 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, it's what makes you

Hey kid, you know you can your footsteps
As you're up the dust
And the rustling in the tells you secrets 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 can't see the audience with spotlights in your
Your feet can't feel the from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in padded limousines
Only you are crying 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

your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out feeding
On the wounded and the
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 would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me

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

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

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the
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 high

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

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

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

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

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em pre-canned
Perennial
Sing happy ever

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 read it in the New York
was on the stands today
It said dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more promises
There'll be no more wasted
To clutter up our

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had 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 wander with my through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream the voice
And his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

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

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

Dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
The on the starboard bow
you dance with me

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

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

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