Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

There are patches on his jacket
He's bleach to fade his jeans
a brand new stay pressed shirt
And creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but hearing Paul Revere

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

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

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

And now Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way south
To learn a little and blues
From old street men who paid their
'Cause they knew they had nothing to
They it, so they just got to it

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

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, it's what you thirsty

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

You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't the highway from where the Lear jet flies
you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but all turn 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 the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
the lost ones out there feeding
On the and the bleeding
always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

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 would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon me

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

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

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

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

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

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

And blood's the only language
That your old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming
it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em laughter
America
Sing happy ever

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

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

It was a good sign
The words on to say
It that we are growing up
In oh, so healthy ways
And I told 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
all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be
When there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that her
You the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams come cheap
got to pay for them
If you just dream when 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 that
It's not enough to be alive, when future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what 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 that I never will out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and
Or just an early warning system up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of
Making too of a life so mercifully brief?

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

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night
every new day's 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 the jungles of despair
My kid will learn and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence to the dream behind the voice
And show his Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

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

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

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

Yeah the dance 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 nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow