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 are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's up as a soldier out to play the music game

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

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

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

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

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

With old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 like good news
And cursed skin that calls for blood
They put face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way there
The ones learn it somewhere

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

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

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

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all 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 love to watch the fall
They're the ones out there feeding
On the and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the

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

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

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

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the
when 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 high

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

Hello my Country, I once came to tell your story
Your passion was my
And your past, my potent glory
Your was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my
And problems 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 mortise smile
With your old folks dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the and sell us sermons on restraint

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

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em pre-canned
Perennial
Sing happy after

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

Yes I it in the New York Times
That was on the today
It said that dreams out of fashion
We'll no more empty promises
be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our

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

Harry, are you really so
You can believe
the country's getting better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you really be
When it's there before your
When you the knife that carves her
You the life that starves her to the bone

dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for
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
the hurricane is coming on, it's 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 my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only and the tempo is my time
My is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt
The answer is a question I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, and roll
Or just an warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so brief?

So I stride down sunny and the band plays back my song
applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful that the journey is worthwhile
Or cross the chasm with a song 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 day's dawning, my kid in my bed
And the cynics of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander my music through 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 his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

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

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

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

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

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