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

There's a kid out on my -- hear him strumming like a fool
shivering in his dungarees -- but still 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
are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
with a new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish garden -- but his are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's hearing paul
When he catches giggling -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd rather a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just another -- late in coming down the pike
riding his guitar -- he left kid brother his bike
And he's got guthrie in his bones
he's the hobo kid who's left his
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
america plastic
And now there's dylan dripping from his
he's hitching himself way down
to learn a little and blues
from old men who paid their dues
'cause they knew they had nothing to
they it
so they got to it
With cracked old gibsons and red shoes
playing 1-4-5 chords like good
and cursed with skin that calls for
they put face and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music from way down
the real learn it somewhere
your guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the things you did
-- it once had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust
and the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust
the of whispers is the way to write a song
it's when you get to microphones the music can go
You can't see the audience with in your eyes
your feet can't feel the highway 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 your art turns into craft -- then the start to laugh
then you'll hear the jackals howl they love to watch the fall
the lost ones out there 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 jesus was set
and shelley too soon finished, charley parker would be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be soon me
Well just i had my birthday -- i made it thirty-four
mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed
got this problem with my aging i no longer can ignore
a tame and tabby can't produce a lion's roar
And i help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
when i ask the loaded -- why does winter come so soon?
and where are all the golden girls i was singing for
the daybreak of my dreams serenades no
Yeah the minute man is soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the truth's up -- can you fool yourself
i am the aged jester -- who gracefully retire
a clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the wire
Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist
today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste
tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never
am i just a fading fire or a breeze through?
my country
i once came to tell your story
passion was my poetry
and your past my most glory
your promise was my
your hypocrisy my
and your problems my present
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in rigor mortis smile
with your old folks eating dog food and your children paint
while the pirates own the flag and sell us on restraint
And while blood's the only language that deaf old ears can hear
and still you will not answer that message coming clear
does it mean there's no more in your tired old glory stream
and the buzzards own the carcass of your

B*u*y
sell 'em laughter
perennial
sing happy ever
There's a dance on the titanic
singing nearer my god to
and the on the starboard bow
won't you dance 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 promises
there'll be no more passions
to clutter up our
It was a good sign
the went on to say
it that we are growing up
in oh so many healthy
and i told myself is
where i'm at
but i don't much like thinking that
Harry -- are you 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 there your eyes
when you hold the knife carves her
you the life that starves her to the bone
Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
if you just dream when asleep
there is no way for
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 word
it's not enough to be alive when future's been deferred
What i've run through my body, i've run through my mind
my breath's the rhythm -- and the tempo is my time
my enemy is hopelessness -- my honest doubt
the answer is a question that i will find out
Is propaganda -- should i boogie, rock and roll
or just an early warning hitched up to my soul
am i or participant or huckster of belief
too much of a life so mercifully brief?
So i stride down sunny and the band plays back my song
they're applauding at my long after i am gone
should i hold this wistful notion that the journey is
or tiptoe the chasm with a song and a smile
Well i got up morning -- i don't need 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 your is dead
And as i wander with my through the jungles of despair
my kid will learn and find his street corner somewhere
there make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy that there only was one
Strum your guitar -- it kid
just about your feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
write about your feelings -- not the things you never did
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