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 are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
but he's signed up as a out to play the music game
are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's paul revere
When he catches giggling -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just folkie -- late in coming down the pike
riding his guitar -- he left kid brother with his
And got guthrie running in his bones
he's the hobo kid left his home
and his records and the rolling stones
this boy is acoustic.
there's seeger singing in his
he hopes his songs will start
to heal the cracks that apart
gone plastic
And now there's dylan dripping from his
he's hitching way down south
to learn a black and blues
from old street men who paid their
'cause they knew they had to lose
knew it
so they got to it
With old gibsons and red clay shoes
playing chords like good news
and cursed skin that calls for blood
they put face and feet in mud
but oh they learned the music way down there
the ones learn it somewhere
Strum your -- sing it kid
write about your feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you
Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the
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 the music can go wrong
You can't see the with spotlights in your eyes
your feet can't feel the highway from the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent splendor in your limousines
you are crying there behind the silver screen
now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn into
when you the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns craft -- then 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 on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the first to see the cracks upon the
When i this song i was still thirty-three
the age that died and sweet jesus was set free
keats and shelley too soon finished, charley would be
and i fantasized some be soon curtailing me
Well just 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 can't produce a lion's roar
And i can't being frightened 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 of my dreams serenades no more
Yeah the minute man is going -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the up there -- can you fool yourself
i am the jester -- who won't gracefully retire
a clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high
Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist
today slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
am i just a fading or a breeze passing through?
my country
i once to tell everyone your story
your was my poetry
and your past my most glory
your promise was my
your hypocrisy my
and problems fill my present
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two hundred birthdays make you old if not
and we see the symptoms there in rigor mortis smile
your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
while the own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear
and still you will not with that message coming clear
does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory
and the buzzards own the carcass of your

centennial
sell 'em laughter
perennial
sing ever after
There's a dance band on the
singing nearer my god to
and the iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me
Yes i it in the new york times
was on the stands today
it said that were out of fashion
hear no more empty promises
there'll be no wasted passions
to up our play
It really was a sign
the went on to say
it that we are growing up
in oh so many ways
and i told this is
where i'm at
but i don't like thinking about that
Harry -- are you really so
you can believe
that the getting better
all you do is let her alone
harry -- can you really be
when it's there before eyes
you hold the knife that carves her
you live the that starves her to the bone
dreams don't come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you dream when you're asleep
is no way for them
to alive
to
It's not enough to listen -- it's not to see
when the hurricane is coming on it's not enough to
not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that word
it's not enough to be alive when your future's deferred
What i've run through my body, what i've run my mind
my breath's the rhythm -- and the tempo is my time
my enemy is -- my ally honest doubt
the answer is a question that i never find out
Is music propaganda -- i boogie, rock and roll
or just an warning 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 down streets and the band plays 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 this -- i don't need to know no more
it evaporated nightmares that had the night before
with new day's dawning my kid climbs in my bed
and tells the cynics of the board your language is dead
And as i wander with my music through the jungles of
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 daddy 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 -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your -- sing it kid
just about your feelings -- not the things you never did
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