Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

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

When he catches giggling
He forces up a
Though he'd rather have a shake
He keeps down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid with his bike

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

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

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

With old Gibsons and red clay shoes
1 4 5 chords like good news
And with skin that calls for blood
They put face and feet in mud
But oh, they the music from way down there
The real learn it somewhere

Strum guitar, sing it kid
Just about your feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it had cursed 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 of whispers 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 in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent in your padded limousines
you are crying there behind the silver screen

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

your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they 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 Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set
and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

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

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

Yeah the minute man is soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you yourself?
I am the aged jester who gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the wire

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

Hello my Country, I once came to tell your story
passion was my poetry
And your past, my most potent
promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my
And your problems my present
Are we both somewhere?

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

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

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

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

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

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 this is exactly I'm at
But I don't much like thinking that

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

Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
If you just dream when asleep
is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

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

What I've run through my body, what I've run my mind
My breath's the only and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally doubt
The answer is a question 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 or huckster of belief
Making too much of a so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny 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 is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to 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 room your is dead

And as I wander with my through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the behind the voice
And his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there 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 is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you did

Dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
The on the starboard bow
Won't you with me

The dance band on the
nearer my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you dance me

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

on
Yeah the dance on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow