Luyện nghe bài hát There Only Was One Choice

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

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

When he catches himself
He up a sneer
Though rather have a milk shake
He keeps down the beer
Just another folkie, in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he 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 records and the Stones
This boy is acoustic

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

And now there's Dylan dripping his mouth
He's hitching way down south
To learn a little and blues
From old men who paid their dues
'Cause knew they had nothing to lose
knew it, so they just got to it

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

Strum your guitar, it kid
write about your 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 footsteps
As you're kicking up the
And the in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The of whispers is the way to write 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 can't feel the highway 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 all turn into frogs
you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

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

When I started this song I was still
The age that Mozart and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley would be
And I fantasized tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed
I've got problem with my aging, I no longer 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 loaded
"Why does come so soon?"
And are all the golden girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my serenades no more

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

Yesterday's a collar has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
Am I just a fire or a breeze passing through?

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

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

And while blood's the only
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 your old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of dream?

Oh B U Y
Sell 'em pre-canned
America
Sing happy ever

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

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

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

Harry, are you so naive?
You can honestly
That the getting better
When all you do is let her
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

Good dreams come cheap
You've got to pay for
If you just dream when you're
There is no way for them, to come alive, to

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

What run through my body, what I've 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 I never will find out

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

So I stride sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile?

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

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

your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you did
Inexperience, it once had 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 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 my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow
Won't you with me

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

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