Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to
His cheeks are made of 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 brand new pressed shirt
And some and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey kid, you know you can hear your
As you're kicking up the
And the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust
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 spotlights in your eyes
Your can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in splendor in your padded limousines
you are crying there behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but all turn into frogs
When you the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

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

When I started this song I was still
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set
and Shelley too soon finished, Charley 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 anymore
I've got this problem my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a roar

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

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

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

Hello my Country, I came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my
And your past, my potent glory
promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my
And your fill my present
Are we going somewhere?

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

And while blood's the language
your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer that 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 happy after

There's a band on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
you dance with me

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

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

Harry, are you really so
You can honestly
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 starves her to the bone

Good dreams come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you dream when you're asleep
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
It's not enough to be alive, when future's been deferred

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

Is music propaganda, 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 so mercifully brief?

So I down 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?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the 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 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 dream the voice
And show his Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

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

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

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

The dance on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
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 dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow