Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still going to school
His are made 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 bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed
And some creased and wrinkled
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are clear
His is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself
He forces up a
Though he'd rather a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the
another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid with his bike

And he's got running in his bones
the hobo kid who's left his home
And his records and the Rolling Stones
This boy is acoustic

There's singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will start
To heal the that split apart
America plastic

And now Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way south
To learn a little black and
old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew had nothing to lose
They it, so they just got to it

cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good
And with skin that calls for blood
put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way there
The real learn it somewhere

Strum guitar, sing it kid
Just write about feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had me
But your is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can hear your
As you're up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can
The capturing of whispers is the way to a song
when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in eyes
Your feet can't feel the from where the Lear jet flies
you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get up in the cog

your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals 'cause they love to watch the fall
the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the
They always are the first to see the upon the walls

When I this song I was still thirty-three
The age that died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday, I made it
Mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore
I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can
A tame and toothless can't produce a lion's roar

And I can't help frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded
"Why does winter so soon?"
And where are all the golden that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no

Yeah the man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up can you fool yourself?
I am the jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist
keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never
Am I just a fading fire or a passing through?

my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your was my poetry
And your past, my most potent
Your promise was my
Your hypocrisy my
And your problems fill my
Are we both going

Step right up young
Your two hundred make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in rigor mortise smile
With your old 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
That deaf old ears can hear
And still you not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of dream?

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em pre-canned
Perennial
Sing happy 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 it in the New York Times
was on the stands today
It said that dreams out of fashion
We'll no more empty promises
be no more wasted passions
To up our play

It was a good sign
The words on to say
It shows we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy
And I myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about

Harry, are you really so
You can believe
That the getting better
all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you be surprised?
When it's there your eyes
When you hold the knife carves her
You live the life that her to the bone

dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you just dream you're asleep
There is no way for them, to alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, not enough to see
the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been

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 hopelessness, my ally doubt
The is a question that I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, and roll
Or just an warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully

So I stride down sunny streets and the band back my song
They're at my shadow, 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 this morning, I don't need to no more
It evaporated nightmares that had the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room language is dead

And as I wander with my through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner
There make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy there only was one choice

your guitar, 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 feelings not the things you did

band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
The iceberg's on the bow
Won't you with me

The dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow
you dance with me

Yeah the dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
And the iceberg's on the bow
you dance with me

on
Yeah the dance on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow