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

Oh, where have you been, my son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling one?
stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and crawled on six crooked highways,
I've in the middle of seven sad forests,
been 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 a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my 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 nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that drippin',
I saw a room full of men their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers tongues were all broken,
I saw and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed
And what did you hear, my young one?
I the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a who cried in the alley,
And a hard, and it's a hard, it's 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 darling one?
I met a young child a dead pony,
I met a white man who a black dog,
I met a young whose body was burning,
I met a girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was in love,
I met another man who was with hatred,
And it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young
I'm a-goin' back out the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the black forest,
Where the are many and their hands are all empty,
the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, souls 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 reflect it from the so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song before I start singin',
And it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.