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 dungarees but still going to school
His cheeks are made of fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music

are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed
And some creased and wrinkled
His face a blemish but his eyes are virgin clear
His is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

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

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

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

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

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

your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you 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 kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to a song
when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

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

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into
When you 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 watch the
They're the lost out there feeding
On the and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the

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

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

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

Yeah the minute man is soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught 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 never true
Am I just a fading or a breeze passing through?

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

Step right up young
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not
And we see the there in your rigor mortise smile
With your old folks eating dog food and 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 will not answer with that message coming
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of dream?

Oh B U Y
'em pre-canned laughter
America
Sing happy ever

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

Yes I read it in the New York
That was on the stands
It said dreams were out of fashion
hear no more empty promises
There'll be no more passions
To up our play

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 exactly I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about

Harry, are you so naive?
You can honestly
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 hold the knife that her
You live the life that 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 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 word
not enough to be alive, when 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 honest doubt
The answer is a question that I will find out

Is propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or an early warning system 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 plays back my song
They're at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or cross the chasm with a song and a smile?

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

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

your 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

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

Dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
The iceberg's on the bow
Won't you with me

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

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

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