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 -- but still he's going to school
his cheeks are made of fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
but he's up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is little's -- but he's hearing paul revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a
though he'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps down the beer
just another folkie -- late in coming down the
riding his guitar -- he left kid with his bike
And got guthrie running in his bones
the hobo kid who's left his home
and his beatles and the rolling stones
this boy is acoustic.
seeger singing in his heart
he hopes his songs will start
to the cracks that split apart
america plastic
And now there's dylan dripping from his
hitching himself way down south
to learn a little black and
from old street men who paid dues
'cause they they had nothing to lose
they it
so just got to it
With cracked old gibsons and red clay
playing 1-4-5 chords like good
and with skin that calls for blood
they put face and feet in mud
but oh learned the music from way down there
the ones learn it somewhere
Strum 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 -- what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can hear footsteps 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
when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience 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 behind the silver
now you battle dragons -- but they'll all into frogs
when you grab the wheel of fortune -- you get up in the cog
First your art turns into -- then the yahoos start to laugh
then hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
they're the lost ones out there feeding on the wounded and the
they are the first to see the cracks upon the walls
When i started this song i was still
the age that mozart died and jesus was set free
keats and too soon finished, charley parker would be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me
just today i had my birthday -- i made it thirty-four
mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore
i've got this problem with my aging i no can ignore
a tame and toothless tabby can't produce a roar
And i can't help being frightened on these afternoons
i ask the loaded questions -- why does winter come so soon?
and where are all the golden girls i was singing for
the of my dreams serenades no more
Yeah the man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
when the truth's up there -- can you fool 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 my waist
today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no
tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
am i a fading fire or a breeze passing through?
my country
i came to tell everyone your story
passion was my poetry
and your past my potent glory
your was my prayer
hypocrisy my nightmare
and your fill my present
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two hundred birthdays you old if not senile
and we see the there in your rigor mortis smile
with your old folks eating dog food and your children paint
the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your deaf old can hear
and still you not answer with that message coming clear
does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old stream
and the buzzards own the carcass of your

B*u*y
'em pre-canned laughter
america
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 it in the new york times
that was on the today
it said that dreams were out of
we'll no more empty promises
there'll be no more passions
to up our play
It really was a sign
the went on to say
it that we are growing up
in oh so healthy ways
and i myself this is
where i'm at
but i don't much thinking about that
Harry -- are you really so
you can believe
the country's getting better
when all you do is let her
harry -- can you be surprised
when it's there before your
when you hold the knife carves her
you live the life that her to the bone
Good don't come cheap
got to pay for them
if you just dream when you're
there is no way for
to alive
to
It's not enough to listen -- not enough to see
when the is coming on it's not enough to flee
it's not to be in love -- we hide behind that word
it's not to be alive when your future's been deferred
i've run through my body, what i've run through my mind
my breath's the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my
my enemy is hopelessness -- my honest doubt
the answer is a 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 observer or or huckster of belief
making too of a life so mercifully brief?
So i stride down sunny streets and the plays back my song
they're at my shadow long after i am gone
should i hold this wistful notion the journey is worthwhile
or tiptoe cross the with a song and a smile
Well i got up this morning -- i don't need to know no
it evaporated that had boiled the night before
every new day's dawning my kid climbs in my bed
and tells the cynics of the room 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
there he'll the silence listen to the dream behind 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 once had me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your -- not the things you never did
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