Luyện nghe bài hát A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my young one?
I've stumbled on the of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and crawled on six crooked highways

stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all it
I saw a highway of diamonds with on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept

I saw a room full of men with hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard
And it's a hard a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my son?
And what did you hear, my young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were

Heard ten thousand and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people
the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed
Who did you meet, my young one?
I met a young child beside a pony
I met a white man who a black dog
I met a woman whose body was burning

I met a girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in
I met another man who was with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna

Oh, what'll you do now, my son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling one?
I'm a-goin' out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the of the deepest black forest
Where the people are and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their
the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where are forgotten
Where is the color, where none is the number

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and it
And it from the mountain so all souls can see it
I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna