Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

There are fake patches on his
He's used to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed
And some and wrinkled dreams
His face a garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself
He up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk
He keeps down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his

And he's got Guthrie running in his
the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling
This boy is acoustic

Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow
To heal the cracks that apart
gone plastic

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

With cracked old Gibsons and red 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 down
The real ones it somewhere

Strum your guitar, 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 tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of is the way to write a song
It's you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in eyes
Your feet can't feel the from where the Lear jet flies
you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are there behind the silver 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 they love to the fall
the lost ones out there feeding
On the and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the upon the walls

When I started this song I was still
The age that Mozart and sweet Jesus 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
Mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore
I've got 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
When I ask the questions
"Why does come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was for
The daybreak of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the
Only the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown a net caught staggering on the high wire

a collar that has settled round my waist
Today slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
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 past, my most potent glory
promise was my prayer
Your my nightmare
And your fill my present
Are we both somewhere?

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

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

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em laughter
Perennial
Sing happy after

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

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

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

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

Good dreams come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you just dream when asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to

It's not enough to listen, not enough to see
When the is coming on, it's not enough to flee
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 through my body, what I've run through my
My breath's the only rhythm and the is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest
The answer is a question I never will find out

Is music propaganda, I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning hitched up to my soul
Am I or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully

So I stride down streets 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 journey is
Or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile?

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

And as I wander with my through the jungles of despair
My kid will guitar 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

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

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

Dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
The on the starboard bow
you dance with me

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

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

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