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

There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him like a fool
shivering in his dungarees -- but he's going to school
his cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his may be the same
but he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music
There are fake patches on his jacket -- used bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but hearing paul revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a
he'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just folkie -- late in coming down the pike
riding his guitar -- he left kid with his bike
And got guthrie running in his bones
he's the hobo kid who's his home
and his beatles records and the rolling
this boy is acoustic.
there's singing in his heart
he hopes his songs somehow start
to the cracks that split apart
gone plastic
And now there's dylan dripping his mouth
he's hitching himself way south
to learn a black and blues
from old street men who paid dues
'cause they knew had nothing to lose
knew it
so just got to it
With cracked old and red clay shoes
playing 1-4-5 chords good news
and with skin that calls for blood
they put their and feet in mud
but oh learned the music from way down there
the real ones it somewhere
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the things you did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the
and the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust
the capturing of whispers is the way to write a
when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience spotlights in your eyes
your feet can't feel the highway from where the lear jet
when you glide in silent splendor in your limousines
only you are crying there behind the screen
now you battle dragons -- but they'll all into frogs
when you the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog
First art turns into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh
then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to the fall
they're the lost ones out there feeding on the wounded and the
they always are the to see the cracks upon the walls
When i this song i was still thirty-three
the age that died and sweet jesus was set free
keats and shelley too finished, charley parker would be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me
Well just today i had my birthday -- i it thirty-four
mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore
got this problem with my aging i no longer can ignore
a tame and toothless tabby can't a lion's roar
And i can't help being on these midnight 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 dreams no more
Yeah the minute man is soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
when the truth's up there -- can you fool yourself
i am the aged jester -- who won't gracefully
a clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my
keeps 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
i once came to tell everyone your
passion was my poetry
and your past my most glory
your promise was my
your hypocrisy my
and your fill my present
are we going somewhere?
Step right up lady -- your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis
your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
while the own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can
and still you will not answer that message coming clear
does it mean no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
and the own the carcass of your dream?

centennial
sell 'em pre-canned
perennial
sing happy ever
There's a band on the titanic
singing my god to thee
and the iceberg's on the bow
won't you with me
Yes i read it in the new times
that was on the today
it said that were out of fashion
we'll hear no more empty
there'll be no more passions
to clutter up our
It really was a sign
the went on to say
it shows we are growing up
in oh so many ways
and i told myself is
exactly i'm at
but i much like thinking about that
-- are you really 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 your eyes
when you hold the knife carves her
you the life that starves her to the bone
Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
if you just dream when asleep
is no way for them
to alive
to
not enough to listen -- it's not enough to see
when the is coming on it's not enough to flee
it's not enough to be in -- we hide behind that word
it's not enough to be alive when your future's 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 will out
Is music propaganda -- 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 so mercifully brief?
So i stride down sunny streets and the plays back my song
they're applauding at my shadow long after i am
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 morning -- i don't to know no more
it nightmares that had boiled the night before
with every new day's dawning my kid 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 learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy that there only was one
your guitar -- sing it kid
just write your feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's what you thirsty, hey kid
your guitar -- sing it kid
just write your feelings -- not the things you never did
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