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 of peach fuzz -- his hopes 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 pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled
his a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's paul revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a
though he'd have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just another folkie -- late in down the pike
riding his -- he left kid brother with his bike
And he's got guthrie in his bones
he's the kid who's left his home
and his beatles records and the rolling
this boy is acoustic.
seeger singing in his heart
he his songs will somehow start
to heal the that split apart
america gone
And now there's dripping from his mouth
he's hitching himself way south
to learn a little black and
from old street men who paid their
'cause they they had nothing to lose
they it
so they got to it
cracked old gibsons and red clay shoes
playing 1-4-5 like good news
and cursed with that calls for blood
they put their and feet in mud
but oh learned the music from way down there
the real ones learn it
Strum your -- sing 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 what makes you
Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as kicking up the dust
and the in the shadows tells 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 can't see the audience with spotlights in eyes
your feet feel the highway from where the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent splendor in padded limousines
only you are there behind the silver screen
now you battle -- but they'll all turn into frogs
when you the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into craft -- the yahoos start to laugh
then hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
the lost ones out there feeding on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the first to see the cracks upon the
When i started this i was still thirty-three
the age that mozart died and sweet 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
mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed
i've got this problem with my aging i no longer can
a tame and toothless can't produce a lion's roar
And i can't help being frightened on these midnight
when i ask the loaded questions -- why does winter so soon?
and where are all the golden girls i was singing for
the of my dreams serenades no more
the minute man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the truth's up there -- can you yourself
i am the aged jester -- who gracefully retire
a clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high
a collar that has settled round my waist
today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste
tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
am i just a fading fire or a breeze through?
Hello my
i once to tell everyone your story
your passion was my
and past my most potent glory
your promise was my
your my nightmare
and your problems fill my
are we both going
Step right up young -- your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in your mortis smile
with your old folks eating dog food and children eating paint
while the pirates own the flag and us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your old ears can hear
and still you not answer with that message coming clear
does it mean there's no more in your tired old glory stream
and the own the carcass of your dream?

B*u*y
sell 'em pre-canned
perennial
sing happy after
a dance 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 york
that was on the stands
it said that dreams out of fashion
we'll hear no more promises
be no more wasted passions
to up our play
It really was a good
the words on to say
it shows we are growing up
in oh so many healthy
and i told this is
where i'm at
but i don't much like thinking that
-- are you really so naive
you can honestly
that the getting better
all you do is let her alone
harry -- can you be surprised
when there before your eyes
when you hold the knife that her
you live the life starves her to the bone
Good dreams come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just dream when you're
is no way for them
to alive
to
It's not enough to listen -- not enough to see
when the hurricane is coming on it's not enough to
it's not enough to be in love -- we hide that word
not enough to be alive when your future's been deferred
What i've run my body, what i've run through my mind
my breath's the rhythm -- and the tempo is my time
my enemy is hopelessness -- my honest doubt
the answer is a question that i will find out
Is music -- should i boogie, rock and roll
or just an early warning system up to my soul
am i observer or participant or of belief
making too much of a life so brief?
So i stride down sunny streets and the band back my song
applauding at my shadow long after i am gone
should i hold wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
or cross the chasm with a song and a smile
Well i got up morning -- i don't need to know no more
it evaporated nightmares that had 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 will learn guitar and find his corner somewhere
there he'll make the silence to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy that there was one choice
Strum your -- sing it kid
just write about your -- not the things you never did
-- it once had cursed me
but your youth is no -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
write about your feelings -- not the things you never did
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