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 he's going to school
his cheeks are of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
but signed up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some and wrinkled dreams
his face a garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but he's paul revere
he catches himself 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
his guitar -- he left kid brother with his bike
And he's got guthrie in his bones
he's the hobo kid who's his home
and his beatles and the rolling stones
boy is staying acoustic.
there's seeger in his heart
he hopes his songs somehow start
to heal the cracks that apart
america gone
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 they got to it
With cracked old gibsons and red shoes
1-4-5 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 real ones learn it
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it once had me
but your youth is no handicap -- what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the
and the rustling in the tells you secrets you can trust
the of whispers is the way to write a song
it's when you get to the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with in your eyes
your feet can't feel the highway from where the lear jet
you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
only you are crying there the silver screen
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 into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh
then hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
they're the ones out there feeding on the wounded and the bleeding
they always are the to see the cracks upon the walls
i started this song i was still thirty-three
the age that mozart died and sweet was set free
keats and too soon finished, charley parker would be
and i fantasized some be soon curtailing me
Well just today i had my birthday -- i made it
mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed 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 help being frightened on these midnight
when i ask the questions -- 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 soft -- the on the shelf
only the truth's up there -- can you fool yourself
i am the aged jester -- who won't retire
a clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high
Yesterday's a collar has settled round my waist
today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no
tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
am i just a fire or a breeze passing through?
Hello my
i once came to everyone your story
passion was my poetry
and your past my most glory
promise was my prayer
your my nightmare
and your problems fill my
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two hundred make you old if not senile
and we see the symptoms there in your rigor smile
with old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your deaf old can hear
and you will not answer with that message coming clear
does it mean there's no more ripples in 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 dance on the titanic
singing nearer my god to
and the iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me
Yes i read it in the new york
that was on the stands
it that dreams were out of fashion
hear no more empty promises
there'll be no more wasted
to clutter up our
It really was a sign
the went on to say
it that we are growing up
in oh so healthy ways
and i told this is
where i'm at
but i don't much like about that
Harry -- are you so naive
you can believe
that the country's getting
when all you do is let her
harry -- can you really be
when it's there before your
when you hold the knife that her
you live the life that starves her to the
Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
if you just when you're asleep
is no way for them
to come
to
not enough to listen -- it's not enough to see
when the hurricane is coming on not enough to flee
it's not enough to be in love -- we hide that word
it's not enough to be alive when your future's deferred
What i've run through my body, what run through my mind
my breath's the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my
my enemy is hopelessness -- my ally honest
the answer is a question that i never find out
Is music -- 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 streets and the plays back my song
they're applauding at my shadow long i am gone
should i hold this wistful notion that the journey is
or tiptoe cross the chasm with a and a smile
i got up this morning -- 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 room your language is dead
And as i wander with my music through the jungles of
my kid will learn and find his street corner somewhere
there he'll make the silence to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy that only was one choice
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just about your feelings -- not the things you never did
-- it once had cursed me
but your is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write your feelings -- not the things you never did
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