Luyện nghe bài hát There Was Only One Choice (Edited Version)

There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him like a fool
in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school
his cheeks are of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
but he's up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's bleach to fade his jeans
with a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some and wrinkled dreams
his face a blemish -- but his eyes are virgin clear
his voice is chicken little's -- but hearing paul revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he up a sneer
though he'd have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
just another folkie -- late in coming the pike
riding his guitar -- he left kid with his bike
And he's got guthrie in his bones
the hobo kid who's left his home
and his beatles records and the stones
this boy is acoustic.
seeger singing in his heart
he his songs will somehow start
to the cracks that split apart
america gone
And now there's dripping from his mouth
he's hitching himself way down
to learn a little and blues
from old street men who their dues
'cause they knew they had nothing to
knew it
so they got to it
With cracked old gibsons and red shoes
playing chords like good news
and cursed with skin calls for blood
they put their and feet in mud
but oh learned the music from way down there
the real ones it somewhere
Strum your -- sing it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never did
inexperience -- it once had me
but youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust
and the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can
the capturing of is the way to write a song
it's you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the with spotlights in your eyes
feet can't feel the highway from where the lear jet flies
when you glide in silent splendor in your limousines
only you are crying there behind the silver
now you dragons -- but they'll all turn into frogs
when you grab the wheel of -- you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into -- then the yahoos start to laugh
then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they to watch the fall
they're the lost ones out there on the wounded and the bleeding
they are the first to see the cracks upon the walls
i started this song i was still thirty-three
the age that died and sweet jesus was set free
and shelley 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
mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
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 being frightened on these midnight afternoons
when i ask the loaded -- 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 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 settled round my
today keeps 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
i once came to tell everyone your
your was my poetry
and your past my most potent
promise was my prayer
your my nightmare
and problems fill my present
are we going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- your two hundred birthdays you old if not senile
and we see the there in your rigor mortis smile
with your old folks eating dog food and your children paint
the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can
and still you will not answer with that message clear
does it mean there's no more in your tired old glory stream
and the buzzards own the carcass of dream?

B*u*y
sell 'em laughter
perennial
sing happy ever
There's a dance band on the
singing nearer my god to
and the on the starboard bow
you dance with me
Yes i it in the new york times
that was on the today
it that dreams were out of fashion
we'll hear no empty promises
be no more wasted passions
to clutter up our
It was a good sign
the words on to say
it that we are growing up
in oh so many ways
and i told myself is
exactly i'm at
but i don't much like about that
-- are you really 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 before eyes
when you hold the that carves her
you live the life starves her to the bone
dreams don't come cheap
you've got to pay for
if you just dream you're asleep
is no way for them
to alive
to
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 that word
it's not enough to be when your future's been deferred
What i've run my body, what i've run through my mind
my breath's the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my
my is hopelessness -- my ally honest doubt
the answer is a question that i never will out
Is propaganda -- should i boogie, rock and roll
or just an early warning hitched up to my soul
am i or participant or huckster of belief
making too of a life so mercifully brief?
So i stride down sunny streets and the band plays my song
they're applauding at my shadow after i am gone
should i hold this wistful notion the journey is worthwhile
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 every new dawning my kid climbs in my bed
and tells the cynics of the board room your 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 listen to the dream behind the voice
and show his minstrel hamlet daddy that there was one choice
Strum guitar -- sing it kid
just write your feelings -- not the things you never did
-- it once had cursed me
but your youth is no handicap -- it's makes you thirsty, hey kid
your guitar -- sing it kid
just write about feelings -- not the things you never did
band...