Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

There are fake on his jacket
used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed
And some creased and wrinkled
His face a blemish garden but his are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's Paul Revere

he catches himself giggling
He up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a shake
He forcing down the beer
another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his

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

There's Seeger in his heart
He hopes his will somehow start
To the cracks that split apart
America plastic

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

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

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 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
when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded
Only you are 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 your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to the fall
They're the lost out there feeding
On the wounded and the
They are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

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

Well just I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed
I've got this problem with my aging, I no can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby produce a lion's roar

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

the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled 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?

Hello my Country, I once to tell everyone your story
Your was my poetry
And your past, my most potent
promise was my prayer
Your my nightmare
And your problems my present
Are we both going

right up young lady
Your two birthdays 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
the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the language
your deaf old ears can hear
And still you not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory
And the own the carcass of your dream?

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em laughter
America
Sing ever after

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

Yes I read it in the New Times
That was on the stands
It that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more empty
There'll be no wasted passions
To clutter up our

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

Harry, are you so naive?
You can honestly
That the country's better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you be surprised?
When it's before your eyes
When you hold the knife carves her
You live the life that her to the bone

Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
If you just when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to

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

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

Is propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system up to my soul
Am I or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so brief?

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 the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe the chasm with a song and a smile?

I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night
With every new dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room language is dead

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

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

Strum your guitar, it kid
Just write your feelings not the things you never did

Dance on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to
The on the starboard bow
you dance with me

The band on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you with me

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

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