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 -- but still he's going to school
his cheeks are made of peach -- his hopes may be the same
but he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music
There are fake on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish garden -- but his are virgin clear
his voice is chicken -- but he's hearing paul revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a
though rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just another folkie -- in coming down the pike
riding his guitar -- he left kid brother with his
And he's got guthrie in his bones
he's the kid who's left his home
and his records and the rolling stones
this boy is acoustic.
seeger singing in his heart
he his songs will somehow start
to heal the cracks that apart
gone plastic
And now there's dripping from his mouth
he's hitching himself way down
to learn a little and blues
old street men who paid their dues
'cause they knew had nothing to lose
they it
so they got to it
cracked old gibsons and red clay shoes
playing 1-4-5 chords good news
and cursed with skin that for blood
they put their and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music from way there
the real learn it somewhere
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the you never did
-- it once 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 dust
and the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust
the capturing of whispers is the way to write a
it's when you get to the music can go wrong
You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
your can't feel the highway from where the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent splendor in 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 -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh
then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause love to watch the fall
they're the lost ones out there on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the first to see the cracks upon the
When i started this song i was still
the age that mozart and sweet jesus was set free
keats and shelley too soon finished, charley would be
and i some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me
Well just i had my birthday -- i made it thirty-four
mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore
i've got this problem with my i no longer can ignore
a tame and tabby can't produce a lion's roar
And i can't help being frightened on these afternoons
when i ask the questions -- why does winter come so soon?
and where are all the golden girls that i was for
the daybreak of my serenades no more
Yeah the minute man is soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the truth's up there -- can you yourself
i am the aged jester -- who won't retire
a clumsy clown without a net staggering on the high wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled my waist
keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
am i just a fading fire or a passing through?
Hello my
i once came to tell everyone your
your passion was my
and past my most potent glory
your promise was my
your my nightmare
and your fill my present
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two hundred birthdays you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in rigor mortis smile
with your old folks eating dog food and children eating paint
while the pirates own the and sell us sermons on restraint
And blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear
and still you will not answer with that message coming
does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory
and the buzzards own the carcass of your

B*u*y
'em pre-canned laughter
america
happy ever after
There's a band on the titanic
singing my god to thee
and the on the starboard bow
you dance with me
Yes i it in the new york times
was on the stands 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 myself this is
exactly i'm at
but i don't like thinking about that
Harry -- are you really so
you can believe
that the getting better
when all you do is let her
harry -- can you really be
when it's there before eyes
when you the knife that carves her
you live the that starves her to the bone
Good dreams don't come
you've got to pay for
if you dream when you're asleep
is no way for them
to alive
to
It's not enough to listen -- not enough to see
when the hurricane is coming on 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 been deferred
What i've run through my body, what i've run 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 will out
Is propaganda -- should i boogie, rock and roll
or an early warning system hitched up to my soul
am i or participant or huckster of belief
making too much of a life so mercifully
So i stride down sunny and the band plays back my song
they're applauding at my long after i am gone
should i hold this wistful notion the journey is worthwhile
or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile
Well i got up this -- i don't need to know no more
it evaporated that had boiled the night before
with new day's dawning my kid climbs in my bed
and tells the cynics of the board room your is dead
And as i with my music through the jungles of despair
my kid learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel daddy that there only was one choice
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never 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 about feelings -- not the things you never did
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