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 made of peach -- his hopes may be the same
but he's signed up as a soldier out to play the game
There are fake patches on his -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's hearing paul
he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the
just folkie -- late in coming down the pike
riding his -- he left kid brother with his bike
And he's got guthrie in his bones
he's the hobo kid left his home
and his records and the rolling stones
boy is staying acoustic.
there's singing 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 hitching himself way south
to learn a little black and
from old street men who paid their
'cause they knew they had to lose
knew it
so they got to it
With cracked old and red clay shoes
playing 1-4-5 like good news
and with skin that calls for blood
they put their face and in mud
but oh they the music from way down there
the real ones it somewhere
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the you never did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your youth is no -- it's what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as 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 when you get to microphones the music can go
You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
your feet can't the highway from where the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent splendor in your padded
only you are crying there behind the silver
now you dragons -- but they'll all turn into frogs
when you grab the of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into craft -- the yahoos start to laugh
then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to the fall
they're the lost ones out there feeding on the and the bleeding
always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls
When i started song i was still thirty-three
the age mozart died and sweet jesus was set free
and shelley too soon finished, charley parker would be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me
Well just i had my birthday -- i made it thirty-four
mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
i've got this with my aging i no longer 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 girls that i was singing for
the daybreak of my dreams serenades no
Yeah the minute man is going soft -- the on the shelf
only when the truth's up -- can you fool yourself
i am the aged jester -- who gracefully retire
a clumsy without a net caught staggering on the high wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my
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 passing
Hello my
i once came to tell everyone story
your passion was my
and past my most potent glory
your promise was my
your hypocrisy my
and your problems 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 your rigor mortis
with your old folks eating dog food and your children paint
while the own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only that your deaf old ears can hear
and still you not answer with that message coming clear
does it mean no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
and the own the carcass of your dream?

B*u*y
sell 'em laughter
perennial
sing ever after
There's a band on the titanic
singing my god to thee
and the on the starboard bow
won't you with me
Yes i read it in the new york
was on the stands today
it said that were out of fashion
we'll hear no more empty
there'll be no wasted passions
to clutter up our
It was a good sign
the words on to say
it shows we are growing up
in oh so many healthy
and i told this is
exactly i'm at
but i don't like thinking about that
-- are you really so naive
you can honestly
that the country's getting
when all you do is let her
harry -- can you be surprised
when it's before your eyes
when you hold the that carves her
you the life that starves her to the bone
Good dreams don't cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just dream when you're
is no way for them
to come
to
It's not enough to -- it's not enough to see
when the hurricane is on it's 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 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 -- my ally honest doubt
the answer is a question i never will find out
Is music propaganda -- should i boogie, and roll
or just an warning system hitched up to my soul
am i observer or or huckster of belief
too much of a life so mercifully brief?
So i stride down sunny streets and the band back my song
they're applauding at my long after i am gone
should i hold this wistful notion the journey is worthwhile
or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a
i got up this morning -- i don't need to know 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 my music through the jungles of despair
my kid will learn guitar and find his street corner
there he'll make the silence listen to the behind the voice
and show his hamlet daddy that there only was one choice
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the things you did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your -- not the things you never did
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