Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

There are fake on his jacket
He's used bleach to his jeans
With a brand new stay shirt
And some creased and dreams
His a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but hearing Paul Revere

When he catches giggling
He up a sneer
he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother his bike

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

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

And now there's Dylan from his mouth
He's hitching himself way south
To learn a little and blues
From old men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had to lose
They it, so they just got to it

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

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, you know you can hear your
As you're kicking up the
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can
The capturing of is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go

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

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all into frogs
When you the wheel 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 howl 'cause they love to watch the
They're the lost out there feeding
On the wounded and the
They are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry, are you so naive?
You can believe
That the country's getting
all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be
When it's there your eyes
When you hold the knife that her
You live the life that starves her to the

Good don't come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you dream when you're asleep
is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

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 we hide behind that word
not enough to be alive, when 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 honest
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 or participant or huckster of belief
Making too of a life so mercifully brief?

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

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

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

Strum guitar, sing 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

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

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

on
Yeah the dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow