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 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 the music game

There are patches on his jacket
He's used to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay shirt
And some creased and wrinkled
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul

When he catches giggling
He forces up a
Though he'd rather have a milk
He forcing down 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 Beatles records and the Stones
This boy is staying

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

And now Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down
To a little black and blues
From old street men who paid dues
'Cause they knew they had to lose
knew it, so they just got to it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I can't help being frightened on these afternoons
When I ask the loaded
"Why winter come so soon?"
And where are all the girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams 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 jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown a net caught staggering on the high 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?

Hello my Country, I once came to everyone your story
Your passion was my
And your past, my most potent
Your was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my
And your fill my present
Are we both going

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

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

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

There's a band on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you with me

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

It really was a sign
The went on to say
It shows that we are up
In oh, so many healthy
And I told this is exactly where I'm at
But I much like thinking about that

Harry, are you so naive?
You can believe
That the getting better
all you do is let her alone
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
got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're
There is no way for them, to alive, to survive

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 love we hide behind that
It's not enough to be alive, 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 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 system hitched up to my
Am I observer or or huckster of belief
too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down streets and the band plays back my song
They're at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I 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 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 his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one

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

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

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

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

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

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