Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the
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
a brand new stay pressed shirt
And creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his are virgin clear
His is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

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

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

There's singing in his heart
He hopes his will somehow start
To the cracks that split apart
America plastic

And now there's dripping from his mouth
hitching himself way down south
To learn a little and blues
From old men who paid their dues
they knew they had nothing to lose
They 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 their face and in mud
But oh, they learned the from way down there
The ones learn it somewhere

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

Hey kid, you know you can your footsteps
As kicking up the dust
And the in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to a song
when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no
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
passion was my poetry
And your past, my potent glory
Your was my prayer
Your my nightmare
And your fill my present
Are we both somewhere?

Step up young lady
two hundred birthdays 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 eating paint
While the own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

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

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em laughter
America
Sing happy ever

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

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

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

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

Good dreams don't cheap
got to pay for them
If you just dream 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 on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind word
It's not to be alive, when your 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 enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest
The answer is a question that I will find out

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

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 wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I 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 your language is dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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