Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to
His cheeks are of peach 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 used bleach to fade his
With a new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled
His face a blemish but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Revere

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

And he's got Guthrie running in his
He's the hobo kid left his home
And his Beatles and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying

There's Seeger singing in his
He hopes his songs will start
To the cracks that split apart
gone plastic

And now Dylan dripping from his mouth
hitching himself way down south
To learn a black and blues
old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they 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 that calls for blood
put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they the music from way down there
The ones learn it somewhere

your guitar, sing it kid
Just write 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 know you can hear your
As you're up the dust
And the in the shadows 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 with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying behind the silver screen

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

First 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 feeding
On the wounded and the
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the

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

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

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

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

Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never
Am I just a fading 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 was my prayer
Your my nightmare
And your fill my present
Are we both somewhere?

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

And blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can
And still you will not answer that message coming clear
Does it there's 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
America
happy ever after

There's a dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York
was on the stands today
It said dreams were out of fashion
hear no more empty 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 this is where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking that

Harry, are you so naive?
You can honestly
That the getting better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you be surprised?
When there before your eyes
When you hold the knife carves her
You live the that starves her to the bone

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

It's not 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 that word
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 honest doubt
The answer is a question I never will find out

Is propaganda, should 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 of a life so mercifully brief?

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

Well I got up this morning, I 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 cynics of the board room your language is

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

Strum your guitar, it kid
Just write about your feelings not the you never did
Inexperience, it once had me
But youth 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 dance me

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

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

on
Yeah the dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow