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

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

I've stepped in the of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a

And hard, and it's hard, it's hard, and it's hard
a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds nobody on it

I saw a black branch with that kept drippin'
I saw a full of men with their hammers a bleedin'
I saw ten thousand talkers whose were all broken
I saw and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it's hard, and hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's a rain's a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue son?
And did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the of a thunder, is it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole

I heard one hundred drummers whose were a blazin'
I heard ten whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
I heard the song of a who died in the gutter
I heard the of a clown who cried in the alley

And it's hard, and hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna

And who did you meet, my eyed son?
Oh, who did you meet, my darling young
I met a young child beside a dead
I met a white man who a black dog

I met a young woman whose was burning
I met a young girl, she me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in
I met another man who was wounded hatred

And it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, hard
It's a hard rain's fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling one?
Well, I'm a goin' back out the rain starts a fallin'
Well, I'll walk to the depths of the black forest

Where the people are and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their
Where the in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, souls are forgotten
Where is the color, and none is the number
And I'll it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And from the mountain so all souls can see it

And stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my well before I start singin'

And hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's a hard rain's fall