Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

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

he catches himself giggling
He forces up a
Though he'd rather a milk shake
He forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie in his bones
the hobo kid who's left his home
And his records and the Rolling Stones
boy is staying acoustic

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

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

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

your guitar, sing 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 your footsteps
As kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can
The of whispers 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 splendor in your limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver

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 then the yahoos to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause love to watch the fall
They're the ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the
They always are the to see the cracks upon the walls

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

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

And I help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the questions
"Why does winter so soon?"
And where are all the girls that I was singing for
The daybreak of my dreams serenades no more

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

a collar that has settled round my waist
Today slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze through?

Hello my Country, I once to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my
And your past, my potent glory
promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my
And your problems my present
Are we going somewhere?

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

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

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

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

Yes I it in the New York Times
That was on the today
It said that were out of fashion
We'll hear no empty promises
be no more wasted passions
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 is exactly where I'm at
But I much like thinking about that

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

Good dreams don't 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 enough to
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that
It's not enough to be alive, your future's been deferred

What I've run my body, what I've 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 question I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and
Or just an early system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or or huckster of belief
too much of a life so mercifully 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 notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile?

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

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

Strum your guitar, it kid
write 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

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

Dance band on the
nearer my God to thee
The iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me

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

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

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Yeah the dance on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow