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

There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him strumming like a
in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school
his cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his may be the same
but he's signed up as a out to play the music game
There are fake on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some and wrinkled dreams
his face a 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 rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just folkie -- late in coming down the pike
riding his -- he left kid brother with his bike
And got guthrie running in his bones
the hobo kid who's left his home
and his records and the rolling stones
boy is staying acoustic.
there's singing in his heart
he his songs will somehow start
to the cracks that split apart
america plastic
And now there's dylan dripping his mouth
he's hitching way down south
to learn a little black and
from old street men who paid their
they knew they had nothing to lose
they it
so they got to it
With cracked old gibsons and red clay
playing chords like good news
and cursed with skin that calls for
put their face and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music from way down
the real ones it somewhere
Strum your guitar -- it kid
write about your feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it once had me
but youth 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 a song
it's you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
your feet can't feel the highway from the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent in your padded limousines
only you are crying there the silver screen
now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn frogs
you grab the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into -- then the yahoos start to laugh
you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
they're the lost ones out feeding on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the to see the cracks upon the walls
When i started this song i was still
the age that mozart died and sweet was set free
keats and shelley too finished, charley parker would be
and i fantasized some be soon curtailing me
Well today i had my birthday -- i made it thirty-four
mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore
i've got problem with my aging i no longer can ignore
a tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's
And i can't help being on these midnight afternoons
i ask the loaded 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
the minute man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the truth's up -- can you fool yourself
i am the aged jester -- who won't retire
a clumsy without a net caught staggering on the high wire
Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist
today keeps by me, it leaves no aftertaste
tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
am i just a fading fire or a breeze through?
Hello my
i once came to tell your story
passion was my poetry
and your past my most potent
your promise was my
your my nightmare
and problems 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 rigor mortis smile
your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
while the pirates own the and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that deaf old ears can hear
and still you not answer with that message coming clear
does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory
and the own the carcass of your dream?

centennial
sell 'em pre-canned
america
sing happy ever
There's a band on the titanic
singing nearer my god to
and the iceberg's on the bow
won't you with me
Yes i it in the new york times
was on the stands today
it that dreams were out of fashion
we'll hear no more empty
there'll be no wasted passions
to up our play
It really was a sign
the went 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 much like thinking about 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 it's before your eyes
when you hold the knife that her
you live the life that starves her to the
Good dreams don't cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just dream when asleep
is no way for them
to alive
to
It's not enough to -- it's not enough to see
when the hurricane is coming on not enough to flee
it's not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that
it's not enough to be alive your future's been deferred
What i've run through my body, what i've run through my
my breath's the only rhythm -- and the is my time
my is hopelessness -- my ally honest doubt
the is a question that i never will find out
Is music propaganda -- should i boogie, and roll
or just an early system hitched up to my soul
am i or participant or huckster of belief
making too much of a life so brief?
So i stride sunny streets and the band plays back my song
applauding at my shadow long after i am gone
should i hold this wistful notion that the journey is
or tiptoe cross the with a song and a smile
Well i got up this -- i don't need to know no more
it evaporated that had boiled the night before
with every new day's 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 guitar and find his street corner somewhere
he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet that there only was one choice
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just write your 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
your guitar -- sing it kid
just write your feelings -- not the things you never did
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