Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner hear him like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's 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 on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his
With a brand new pressed shirt
And creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

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

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

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

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

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

your 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, you know you can your footsteps
As kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you 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 with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the screen

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

First your art turns craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause 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 cracks the walls

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

Well just I had my birthday, I made 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 can't produce a lion's roar

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

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

Yesterday's a collar has settled round my waist
keeps slipping 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 came to everyone your story
Your passion was my
And past, my most potent glory
Your was my prayer
Your my nightmare
And your fill my present
Are we both going

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

And while the only language
That your 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 happy after

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

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

It really was a sign
The went on to say
It shows that we are up
In oh, so many healthy
And I myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I much like thinking about that

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

Good don't come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you just when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to alive, to survive

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

What I've run through my body, what I've run my mind
My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest
The is a question 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 streets and the band plays back my song
applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe the chasm with a song and a smile?

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

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

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

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

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

The dance band on the
Singing my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
you dance with me

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

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Yeah the band on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow