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 but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his may be the same
But he's 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 new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled
His face a garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul

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

And he's got running in his bones
He's the kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Stones
This boy is acoustic

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

And now there's dripping from his mouth
hitching himself way down south
To learn a little and blues
From old street men who their dues
they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good
And cursed with skin calls for blood
put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music way down there
The real learn it somewhere

Strum guitar, sing 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, you you can hear your footsteps
As kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you 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 your
Your can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the screen

Now you dragons, but they'll 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 hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to the fall
They're the ones out there feeding
On the and the bleeding
They are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set
and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some 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 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 loaded
"Why does winter so soon?"
And where are all the girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my serenades no more

the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the up there can you fool yourself?
I am the jester 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
keeps 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 was my poetry
And your past, my most glory
Your promise was my
Your my nightmare
And your problems my present
Are we going somewhere?

Step right up young
Your two hundred make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms in your 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 while blood's the language
That your deaf old can hear
And still you will not answer with that coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your

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

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

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

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

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

Good don't come cheap
got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're
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 on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that
not enough 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 enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest
The answer is a question that I never find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, and roll
Or just an early warning hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of
Making too much of a life so 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 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 to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the before
With every new day's dawning, my kid in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is

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 listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that only was one choice

Strum guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you did
Inexperience, it had cursed me
But your is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

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

band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
The iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me

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

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

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