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 to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the game

There are fake on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his
With a brand new pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled
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 forces up a
he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps down the beer
another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother his bike

And got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his
And his Beatles and the Rolling Stones
boy is staying acoustic

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

And now there's Dylan from his mouth
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
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good
And cursed with skin calls for blood
They put their face and in mud
But oh, they learned the from way down there
The ones learn it somewhere

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 makes you

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

You can't see the audience spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from the Lear 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 into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get up in the cog

First your art turns into then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause love to watch the fall
They're the ones out there feeding
On the and the bleeding
They always are the to see the cracks upon the walls

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

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

And I can't being frightened on these midnight afternoons
I ask the loaded questions
"Why does come 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 jester who won't retire
A clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire

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

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

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

And blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can
And still you will not answer with that message 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
Singing my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you with me

Yes I it in the New York 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 words on to say
It shows that we are 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 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 live the life starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
If you just dream 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, not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind word
It's not to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my
My breath's the only 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 warning 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 down sunny streets and the plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a and a smile?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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