Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

There's a kid out on my corner him strumming like a fool
in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his
With a new stay pressed shirt
And creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul

When he catches giggling
He up a sneer
he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the
Just folkie, late in coming down the pike
his guitar, he left 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 records and the Rolling
This boy is staying

There's Seeger in his heart
He hopes his songs somehow start
To heal the cracks that split
gone plastic

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

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay
1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for
They put their and feet in mud
But oh, learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it

Strum your guitar, 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, you know you can hear your
As you're kicking up the
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 highway from where the jet flies
When you glide in splendor in your padded limousines
you are crying there behind the silver screen

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

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

I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and Jesus was set free
Keats and too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some be soon curtailing me

just today 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 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 questions
"Why does winter so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls I was singing for
The daybreak chorus 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 gracefully retire
A clumsy clown a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my
keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your
passion was my poetry
And your past, my potent glory
Your was my prayer
hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems fill my
Are we going somewhere?

Step right up lady
two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the there in your rigor mortise smile
your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the only
That your deaf old ears can
And still you will not answer with that coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em laughter
Perennial
Sing happy ever

There's a dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow
you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York
That was on the stands
It said dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no empty promises
There'll be no more passions
To up our play

It really was a good
The went on to say
It shows we are growing up
In oh, so many ways
And I told myself is exactly where I'm at
But I much like thinking about that

Harry, are you so naive?
You can believe
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

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

not enough 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 enough to be alive, when your future's deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my
My the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally doubt
The answer is a question that I never find out

Is music propaganda, I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of
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 after I am
Should I hold this wistful notion that the is worthwhile
Or tiptoe the chasm with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I 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 room your language is

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

your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your not the things 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 not the things you never did

Dance band on the
Singing my God to thee
The on the starboard bow
you dance with me

The dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you dance me

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

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