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 are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a out to play the music game

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

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

And he's got running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's his home
And his Beatles records and the Stones
This boy is acoustic

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

And now there's Dylan dripping his mouth
He's hitching way down south
To a little 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

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

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

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

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your
feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there 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 into then the yahoos start to laugh
you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out feeding
On the and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the

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

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

And I help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the questions
"Why does come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams no more

Yeah the man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you fool
I am the aged jester who gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net staggering on the high wire

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

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

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

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

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

There's a band on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
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 said that dreams were out of
We'll hear no more promises
There'll be no wasted passions
To up our play

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

Harry, are you so naive?
You can honestly
That the country's getting
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you really be
When there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that her
You the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come
You've got to pay for
If you just dream you're asleep
There is no way for them, to 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 behind word
not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what 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 question that I never find 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
too much of a life so mercifully brief?

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

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

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

Strum your guitar, 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 about your feelings not the things you never did

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

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

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

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