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 still he's to school
his cheeks are of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
but signed 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 shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled
his face a blemish -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's paul revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he up a sneer
though he'd have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
another folkie -- late in coming down the pike
riding his guitar -- he left kid brother his bike
And he's got running in his bones
he's the hobo kid who's left his
and his beatles and the rolling stones
this boy is acoustic.
there's seeger in his heart
he hopes his songs somehow start
to heal the cracks split apart
america gone
And now dylan dripping from his mouth
he's hitching himself way down
to learn a little black and
from old street men who paid dues
they knew they had nothing to lose
they it
so they got to it
With cracked old gibsons and red clay
1-4-5 chords like good news
and cursed with skin that calls for
they put face and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music way down there
the ones learn it somewhere
your guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your -- not the things you never 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 as you're kicking up the dust
and the rustling in the shadows tells you you can trust
the of whispers is the way to write a song
it's when you get to microphones the can go wrong
You can't see the with spotlights in your eyes
your feet can't feel the highway from where the lear jet
when you in silent splendor in your padded limousines
only you are crying behind the silver screen
now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn into
when you grab the wheel of -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into craft -- then the yahoos start to
then you'll the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
they're the lost ones out there on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the first to see the upon the walls
When i started this song i was thirty-three
the age that mozart died and jesus was set free
keats and too soon finished, charley parker would be
and i fantasized some be soon 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 my aging 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 does winter come so
and where are all the golden girls that i was for
the daybreak of my serenades no more
Yeah the minute man is going -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the truth's up there -- can you 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
today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no
tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
am i just a fading fire or a breeze passing
Hello my
i came to tell everyone your story
passion was my poetry
and past my most potent glory
your was my prayer
hypocrisy my nightmare
and your fill my present
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 mortis smile
with your old folks eating dog food and your children paint
while the pirates own the and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language your deaf old ears can hear
and still you will not answer with that message coming
does it mean there's no more ripples in your old glory stream
and the own the carcass of your dream?

centennial
sell 'em pre-canned
perennial
sing ever after
There's a dance on the titanic
singing 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
be no more wasted passions
to up our play
It really was a good
the words on to say
it that we are growing up
in oh so healthy ways
and i told myself is
exactly i'm at
but i don't much like thinking that
Harry -- are you so naive
you can believe
that the getting better
all you do is let her alone
harry -- can you be surprised
when there before your eyes
when you the knife that carves her
you the life that starves her to the bone
Good dreams come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just when you're asleep
there is no way for
to come
to
It's not enough to -- it's not enough to see
when the hurricane is coming on not enough to flee
not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that word
it's not enough to be alive when future's been deferred
What i've run through my body, what run through my mind
my breath's the only -- and the tempo is my time
my enemy is hopelessness -- my ally doubt
the answer is a question that i will find out
Is music propaganda -- should i boogie, rock and
or just an early warning system hitched up to my
am i observer or participant or huckster of
making too much of a so mercifully brief?
So i stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my
they're applauding at my long after i am gone
i hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile
Well i got up this morning -- i don't need to no more
it evaporated nightmares 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 through the jungles of despair
my kid will learn and find his street corner somewhere
there he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy that there was one choice
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the you never did
-- it once had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's what you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the you never did
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