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

There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him like a fool
in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school
his cheeks are made of peach -- his hopes may be the same
but he's up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his
with a brand new stay pressed -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's hearing revere
he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd rather have a milk -- 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 hobo kid who's 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 heal the cracks that split
america gone
And now there's dylan from his mouth
he's himself way down south
to learn a little and blues
from old men who paid their dues
they knew they had nothing to lose
they it
so they got to it
With cracked old gibsons and red clay
playing 1-4-5 chords like good
and cursed with skin that for blood
they put their face and in mud
but oh they learned the music from way there
the real learn it somewhere
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the you never did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your youth is no -- it's what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust
and the in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
the capturing of is the way to write a song
when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
your feet can't feel the highway from the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent in your padded limousines
only you are there behind the silver screen
now you battle dragons -- but 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 howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
they're the lost ones out there feeding on the 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 died and jesus was set free
keats and shelley too soon finished, charley parker be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me
Well just today i had my -- i made it thirty-four
mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
i've got this problem with my i no longer can ignore
a and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar
And i can't help frightened on these midnight afternoons
when i ask the loaded questions -- why winter come so soon?
and are all the golden girls that i was singing for
the daybreak of my dreams serenades no
Yeah the man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the truth's up -- 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 has settled round 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?
my country
i once came to tell everyone your
passion was my poetry
and your past my most glory
promise was my prayer
your hypocrisy my
and your problems fill my
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis
with your old folks eating dog and your children eating paint
while the pirates own the flag and sell us on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your deaf old can hear
and you will not answer with that message coming clear
does it mean no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
and the own the carcass of your dream?

B*u*y
'em pre-canned laughter
america
sing ever after
There's a dance on the titanic
nearer my god to thee
and the on the starboard bow
won't you dance me
Yes i read it in the new york
that was on the today
it said that dreams out of fashion
we'll hear no empty promises
there'll be no wasted passions
to up our play
It really was a sign
the went on to say
it shows that we are up
in oh so healthy ways
and i told this is
where i'm at
but i much like thinking about that
Harry -- are you so naive
you can believe
that the country's getting
all you do is let her alone
harry -- can you really be
when there before your eyes
you hold the knife that carves her
you live the life starves her to the bone
dreams don't come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just dream when you're
there is no way for
to alive
to
It's not enough to listen -- it's not 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 enough to be alive when 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 ally honest
the is a question that i never will find out
Is propaganda -- should i boogie, rock and roll
or just an early warning system hitched up to my
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 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
Well i got up this morning -- i don't to know no more
it evaporated nightmares that had the night before
with every new day's my kid climbs in my bed
and tells the cynics of the board room language is dead
And as i wander with my music the jungles of despair
my kid will learn guitar and 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
your guitar -- sing it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never did
-- it once had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's what you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
write about your feelings -- not the things you never did
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