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

There's a kid out on my corner -- him strumming 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 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 pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's hearing revere
When he catches giggling -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps down the beer
just another folkie -- late in coming the pike
riding his guitar -- he kid brother with his bike
And he's got guthrie running in his
he's the kid who's left his home
and his beatles and the rolling stones
boy is staying acoustic.
there's seeger singing in his
he hopes his songs somehow start
to heal the that split apart
gone plastic
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
'cause knew they had nothing to lose
they it
so just got to it
With cracked old and red clay shoes
playing 1-4-5 like good news
and cursed skin that calls for blood
put their face and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music way down there
the real learn it somewhere
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never did
-- it once had cursed me
but youth is no handicap -- it's what 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 capturing of is the way to write a song
it's when you get to microphones the can go wrong
You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
your feet can't feel the from where the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent splendor in padded limousines
only you are crying there behind the silver
now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn frogs
when you the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into -- then the yahoos start to laugh
then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the
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 i was still thirty-three
the age that mozart died and sweet was set free
keats and shelley too soon finished, charley 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 star-crossed
i've got this problem with my i no longer can ignore
a tame and toothless tabby can't a lion's roar
And i help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
when i ask the loaded questions -- why does winter so soon?
and where are all the golden that i was singing for
the of my dreams 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 -- who won't gracefully retire
a clumsy clown without a net caught on the high wire
Yesterday's a that has settled round my waist
keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
am i just a fading fire or a breeze passing
Hello my
i once came to tell everyone story
your was my poetry
and your past my most glory
your promise was my
your hypocrisy my
and your problems my present
are we both going
Step right up young lady -- two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the there in your rigor mortis smile
with old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
while the pirates own the flag and sell us on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can
and still you will not answer with message coming clear
does it mean there's no more ripples in your old glory stream
and the buzzards own the of your dream?

centennial
sell 'em pre-canned
perennial
sing happy ever
a dance band on the titanic
singing nearer my god to
and the iceberg's on the bow
won't you with me
Yes i read it in the new york
that was on the stands
it said that dreams were out of
we'll hear no empty promises
be no more 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 told myself is
exactly i'm at
but i don't much like about that
Harry -- are you really so
you can believe
that the country's better
when all you do is let her
harry -- can you really be
it's there before your eyes
when you hold the knife carves her
you live the life starves her to the bone
Good don't come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just dream when asleep
is no way for them
to alive
to
It's not to listen -- it's not enough to see
when the hurricane is coming on it's not to flee
it's not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that
it's not to be alive when your future's been deferred
What i've run through my body, what i've run my mind
my breath's the only rhythm -- and the is my time
my enemy is hopelessness -- my ally honest
the answer is a question that i never find out
Is music propaganda -- should i boogie, rock and
or just an early warning system hitched up to my
am i observer or or huckster of belief
making too much of a so mercifully brief?
So i stride down sunny streets and the band back my song
they're applauding at my shadow long i am gone
should i hold this notion that the journey is worthwhile
or tiptoe cross the with a song and a smile
Well i got up morning -- i don't need to know no more
it evaporated that had boiled the night before
with every new dawning my kid climbs in my bed
and the cynics of the board room your language is dead
And as i wander with my music through the of despair
my kid will learn guitar and 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 -- sing it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it had cursed 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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