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

There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him strumming like a
shivering in his dungarees -- but still he's going to
his are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
but he's signed up as a soldier out to the music game
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 face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin
his is chicken little's -- but he's hearing paul revere
When he himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd 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 hobo kid left his home
and his beatles and the rolling stones
this boy is acoustic.
there's seeger in his heart
he hopes his will somehow start
to heal the cracks that apart
gone plastic
And now there's dripping from his mouth
he's himself way down south
to learn a little and blues
from old men who paid their dues
'cause knew they had nothing to lose
they it
so they got to it
With cracked old and red clay shoes
playing 1-4-5 chords good news
and cursed with that calls for blood
they put face and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music way down there
the real ones it somewhere
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the things you did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust
and the rustling in the shadows tells you 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 spotlights in your eyes
feet can't feel the highway from where the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent splendor in your limousines
only you are crying there behind the silver
now you battle -- but they'll all turn into frogs
when you grab the 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 love to watch the fall
they're the lost out there feeding on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the first to see the cracks upon the
When i started song i was still thirty-three
the age that mozart died and sweet jesus was set
keats and shelley too soon finished, charley would be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be soon me
Well just today i had my birthday -- i made it
mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore
i've got this problem with my aging i no can ignore
a tame and toothless tabby produce a lion's roar
And i can't help being frightened on midnight afternoons
when i ask the loaded questions -- why does winter so soon?
and where are all the golden girls that i was for
the daybreak of my dreams no more
Yeah the man is going soft -- 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 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 future's true
am i just a fading fire or a breeze passing
Hello my
i once came to tell everyone your
your passion was my
and your past my most glory
your promise was my
hypocrisy my nightmare
and your problems fill my
are we both somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two hundred make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis
with your old folks eating dog food and your eating paint
while the own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that deaf old ears can hear
and still you will not answer with that coming clear
does it mean there's no more in your tired old glory stream
and the own the carcass of your dream?

centennial
sell 'em laughter
perennial
sing ever after
a dance band on the titanic
singing nearer my god to
and the iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me
Yes i read it in the new york
was on the stands today
it said that dreams out of fashion
we'll hear no more empty
there'll be no wasted passions
to clutter up our
It really was a good
the words on to say
it shows that we are up
in oh so many healthy
and i myself this is
where i'm at
but i don't much 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
it's there before your eyes
when you hold the knife carves her
you live the that starves her to the bone
Good dreams come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you dream when you're asleep
is no way for them
to come
to
It's not enough to listen -- not enough to see
when the hurricane is coming on it's not to flee
it's not enough to be in love -- we hide that word
it's not to be alive when your future's been deferred
What i've run my body, what i've run through my mind
my the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my time
my enemy is -- my ally honest doubt
the answer is a question i never will find out
Is music propaganda -- i boogie, rock and roll
or an early warning system hitched up to my soul
am i observer or participant or huckster of
making too much of a life so brief?
So i stride sunny streets and the band plays back my song
they're applauding at my long 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 nightmares that had boiled 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 through the of despair
my kid learn guitar and find 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 your feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it once had me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's what you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the things you did
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