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 peach fuzz, his may be the same
But signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

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

he catches himself giggling
He up a sneer
Though rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the
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 and the Rolling Stones
This boy is acoustic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Step right up lady
Your two birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your 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 while the only language
That deaf old ears can hear
And you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of dream?

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

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

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

It really was a good
The went on to say
It shows we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy
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
the country's getting better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you be surprised?
When it's there before your
you hold the knife that carves her
You live the that starves her to the bone

dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you just dream when asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to

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 enough to be in love we hide that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your been deferred

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

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

So I stride down sunny and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am
Should I hold this notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a

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

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

Strum your guitar, it kid
Just about 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 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 with me

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

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

on
Yeah the dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow