Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

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

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

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

There's Seeger singing in his
He hopes his songs somehow start
To heal the cracks that split
America plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping his mouth
He's hitching himself way down
To learn a little black and
From old street men who their dues
'Cause knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they got to it

With cracked old and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good
And cursed with skin that calls for
They put their face and in mud
But oh, they learned the from way down 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 youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the
And the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a
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
you are crying there behind the silver screen

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

First your art turns into craft the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the
They always are the first to see the cracks the walls

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

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

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

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 gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught on the high wire

Yesterday's a that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
Am I just a fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your
Your passion was my
And your past, my most potent
promise was my prayer
Your my nightmare
And your fill my present
Are we going somewhere?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good don't come cheap
got to pay for them
If you dream when you're asleep
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, it's not to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been

What I've run through my body, I've run through my mind
My breath's the 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, I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or of belief
Making too much of a life so brief?

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

Well I got up morning, I don't need to know no more
It nightmares that had boiled 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 of despair
My kid will learn guitar and his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy there only was one choice

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

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

Dance on the Titanic
Singing 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 iceberg's on the bow
Won't you dance me

Yeah the 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