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

There's a kid out on my corner -- him strumming like a fool
shivering in his dungarees -- but still 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 game
There are fake patches on his -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish garden -- but his are virgin clear
his is chicken little's -- but he's hearing paul revere
When he catches himself -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd rather a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just another folkie -- late in 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 seeger singing in his
he hopes his songs somehow start
to heal the that split apart
america gone
And now dylan dripping from his mouth
he's himself way down south
to learn a little and blues
from old men who paid their dues
'cause they knew they had 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 calls for blood
they put their and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music from way there
the real ones 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 -- it's what you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can hear your 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 a song
it's you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in your
your feet can't feel the highway where the lear jet flies
when you glide in splendor in your padded limousines
only you are crying there behind the screen
now you battle dragons -- but all turn into frogs
when you grab the wheel of fortune -- you get up in the cog
First your art turns into craft -- the yahoos start to laugh
then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to the fall
the lost ones out there feeding on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the first to see the cracks the walls
When i this song i was still thirty-three
the age that mozart died and sweet jesus was set
and shelley too soon finished, charley parker would be
and i some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me
Well just today i had my -- i made it thirty-four
mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
i've got this with my aging 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 girls that i was singing for
the daybreak of my serenades no more
Yeah the minute man is going -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the up there -- can you fool yourself
i am the aged -- who won't gracefully retire
a clumsy without a net caught staggering on the high wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled my waist
today keeps by me, it leaves no aftertaste
is a daydream, the future's never true
am i just a fading or a breeze passing through?
my country
i once came to tell your story
your passion was my
and your past my potent glory
your promise was my
your hypocrisy my
and your problems fill my
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in your mortis smile
with your old folks dog food and your children eating paint
while the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on
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 mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory
and the own the carcass of your dream?

B*u*y
'em pre-canned laughter
america
sing happy ever
There's a dance on the titanic
singing my god to thee
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 that dreams out of fashion
hear no more empty promises
there'll be no more wasted
to up our play
It really was a good
the went on to say
it shows we are growing up
in oh so many healthy
and i told this is
exactly i'm at
but i don't much like thinking about
Harry -- are you really so
you can believe
the country's getting better
when all you do is let her
-- can you really be surprised
when there before your eyes
you hold the knife that carves her
you live the life that starves her to the
Good dreams come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just dream you're asleep
is no way for them
to alive
to
It's not to listen -- it's not enough to see
when the is coming on it's not enough to flee
not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that word
it's not enough to be alive your future's 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 -- my ally honest doubt
the is a question that i never will find out
Is music -- 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 of a life so mercifully brief?
So i down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
they're applauding at my shadow after i am gone
should i hold this wistful that the journey is worthwhile
or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a
Well i got up this morning -- i don't to know no more
it evaporated nightmares that had the night before
with every new dawning my kid climbs in my bed
and tells the cynics of the board your language is dead
And as i wander my music through the jungles of despair
my kid will learn guitar and his street corner somewhere
there he'll make the silence listen to the dream the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy that there only was one
Strum your -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the you never did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's what you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your -- sing it kid
write about your feelings -- not the things you never did
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