Luyện nghe bài hát There Was Only One Choice (Edited Version)

There's a kid out on my -- hear him strumming like a fool
shivering in his dungarees -- but still he's going to
his cheeks are made of fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
but he's signed up as a soldier out to play the game
are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
with a new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish garden -- but his are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's paul revere
When he himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd rather have a milk -- he keeps 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 left his
and his beatles records and the rolling
boy is staying acoustic.
there's singing in his heart
he hopes his songs somehow start
to heal the cracks that split
america gone
And now there's dylan dripping from his
he's hitching himself way down
to learn a black and blues
from old men who paid their dues
'cause they knew had nothing to lose
they it
so they got to it
With cracked old and red clay shoes
playing chords like good news
and cursed with skin that for blood
they put their face and in mud
but oh they learned the from way down there
the real learn it somewhere
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never did
-- it once had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust
and the rustling in the shadows tells you you can trust
the of whispers is the way to write a song
it's when you get to the music can go wrong
You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
your feet feel the highway from where the lear jet flies
you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
only you are crying behind the silver screen
now you dragons -- but they'll all turn into frogs
when you grab the wheel of -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into craft -- then the 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 wounded and the bleeding
they are the first to see the cracks upon the walls
When i started song i was still thirty-three
the age that mozart and sweet jesus was set free
keats and shelley too soon finished, charley parker be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me
Well today i had my birthday -- i made 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 help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
when i ask the loaded questions -- why does winter so soon?
and where are all the girls that i was singing for
the daybreak of my dreams serenades no
Yeah the minute man is soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the up there -- can you fool yourself
i am the aged jester -- who won't gracefully
a clumsy without a net caught staggering on the high wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled my waist
today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste
is a daydream, the future's never true
am i just a fading fire or a passing through?
Hello my
i once came to everyone your story
passion was my poetry
and your past my potent glory
promise was my prayer
your my nightmare
and problems fill my present
are we both somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms in your rigor mortis smile
with your old folks eating dog and your children eating paint
the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your old ears can hear
and still you will not answer with that message coming
does it there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
and the buzzards own the carcass of dream?

centennial
sell 'em laughter
perennial
sing happy ever
There's a band on the titanic
singing nearer my god to
and the iceberg's on the bow
won't you with me
Yes i read it in the new times
that was on the stands
it said dreams were out of fashion
we'll no more empty promises
there'll be no more wasted
to clutter up our
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 i'm at
but i don't much thinking about that
Harry -- are you really so
you can believe
that the country's getting
all you do is let her alone
harry -- can you be surprised
when it's before your eyes
when you hold the knife that her
you live the that starves her to the bone
Good dreams come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you dream when you're asleep
is no way for them
to come
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 word
it's not enough to be alive when your future's been
What i've run through my body, i've run through my mind
my the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my time
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 hitched up to my soul
am i observer or 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 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 need to know no more
it evaporated nightmares that had boiled the before
every new day's dawning my kid climbs in my bed
and tells the cynics of the board room your is dead
And as i wander with my music the jungles of despair
my kid will learn and find his street corner somewhere
he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy there only was one choice
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the things you did
-- it once had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write your feelings -- not the things you never did
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