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 going to school
his cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his may be the same
but he's signed up as a soldier out to play the game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin
his is chicken little's -- but he's hearing paul revere
When he catches himself -- he forces up a sneer
though he'd rather have a milk shake -- he forcing down the beer
just another folkie -- late in coming down the
riding his guitar -- he left kid brother his bike
And he's got guthrie running in his
the hobo kid who's left his home
and his beatles records and the rolling
boy is staying acoustic.
there's singing in his heart
he hopes his songs somehow start
to the cracks that split apart
america plastic
And now there's dylan dripping from his
he's hitching himself way south
to a little black and blues
old street men who paid their dues
'cause they knew had nothing to lose
knew it
so just got to it
With old gibsons and red clay shoes
playing chords like good news
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 ones learn it
Strum your -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the things you 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 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 you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in eyes
your feet feel the highway from where the lear jet flies
when you glide in splendor in your padded limousines
only you are there behind the silver screen
now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn frogs
you grab 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 howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
they're the lost ones out there feeding on the and the bleeding
they always are the first to see the upon the walls
When i this song i was still thirty-three
the age mozart died and sweet jesus was set free
keats and shelley too soon finished, charley would be
and i fantasized some tragedy'd be curtailing me
Well today i had my birthday -- i made it thirty-four
mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
i've got this problem with my i no longer can ignore
a tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's
And i can't help being frightened on 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 going -- the mirror's on the shelf
only when the truth's up there -- can you yourself
i am the aged jester -- who won't retire
a clown without a net caught staggering 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 future's true
am i just a fading or a breeze passing through?
Hello my
i once came to everyone your story
passion was my poetry
and your past my most glory
your was my prayer
your hypocrisy my
and your problems my present
are we both going
Step right up lady -- your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in rigor mortis smile
your 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 deaf old ears can hear
and still you will not answer with that message coming
does it mean no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
and the buzzards own the of your dream?

centennial
sell 'em laughter
perennial
sing happy ever
There's a dance on the titanic
singing nearer my god to
and the iceberg's on the 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 empty
be no more wasted passions
to clutter up our
It was a good sign
the words on to say
it that we are growing up
in oh so many ways
and i myself this is
where i'm at
but i don't like thinking about that
Harry -- are you so naive
you can honestly
the country's getting better
when all you do is let her
harry -- can you really be
it's there before your eyes
when you hold the that carves her
you live the life that starves her to the
dreams don't come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you dream when you're asleep
there is no way for
to alive
to
It's not enough to -- it's not enough to see
the hurricane is coming on it's not enough to flee
it's not enough to be in love -- we behind that word
it's not enough to be alive when your future's been
What i've run through my body, what run through my mind
my the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my time
my is hopelessness -- my ally honest doubt
the answer is a question that i will find out
Is music propaganda -- should i boogie, rock and
or just an warning system hitched up to my soul
am i observer or or huckster of belief
making too of a life so mercifully brief?
So i down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
they're applauding at my shadow long after i am
i hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a
Well i got up this morning -- i don't to know no more
it evaporated nightmares 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 the jungles of despair
my kid will learn guitar and find his street somewhere
there he'll make the silence listen to the dream the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy there only was one choice
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 handicap -- what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about your feelings -- not the you never did
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