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 dungarees but still he's 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

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

When he catches giggling
He up a sneer
Though he'd have a milk shake
He forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the
Riding his guitar, he Kid brother with 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 singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will start
To heal the cracks that split
America plastic

And now Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way south
To learn a little and blues
From old street men who paid their
they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so just got to it

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

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

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

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

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

First your art turns into craft then the start to laugh
you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause 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 I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker be
And I fantasized tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just 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 lion's

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

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 jester who won't gracefully retire
A clown without a net caught staggering on the high 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 breeze through?

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

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

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

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em laughter
Perennial
Sing ever after

There's a dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
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 dreams were out of fashion
We'll no more empty promises
There'll be no more passions
To up our play

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

Harry, are you so naive?
You can believe
That the country's better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you be surprised?
When it's there before your
When you hold the knife that her
You live the that starves her to the bone

Good dreams come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you just dream you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to

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

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

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

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

Well I got up morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had 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 wander with my music through the of despair
My kid learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that only was one choice

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

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

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

The dance band on the
nearer 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
you dance with me

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