Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

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

When he catches himself
He up a sneer
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 in his bones
the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Stones
This boy is staying

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

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

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

your guitar, sing it kid
Just write your 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 hear footsteps
As you're up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust
The of whispers is the way to write 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 feel the from where the Lear jet flies
you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying behind the silver screen

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yesterday's a collar that has settled my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
Am I just a fading or a breeze passing through?

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

Step up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your rigor smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children 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 will not answer with that message coming
Does it there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your

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

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

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

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

Harry, are you so naive?
You can honestly
the country's getting better
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 live the that starves her to the bone

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

It's not enough to listen, not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on, not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in we hide behind that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your been deferred

What I've run through my body, I've run through my mind
My the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally doubt
The answer is a that I never will find out

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

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

Well I got up this morning, I need to know no more
It nightmares that had boiled the night before
every new day's 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 learn guitar and find his corner somewhere
There he'll make the listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel daddy that there only was one choice

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

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

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

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

Yeah the band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow
you dance with me

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