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

Oh, have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling one?
I've on the side of twelve misty mountains,
walked and I've 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 miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed
Oh, did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with on it,
I saw a black branch with that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my son?
And did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a that could drown the whole world,
Heard one drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I many people laughin',
Heard the of a poet who died 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 it's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed
Who did you meet, my darling young
I met a young child beside a pony,
I met a white man who walked a dog,
I met a woman 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 wounded hatred,
And it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling one?
I'm a-goin' out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding waters,
Where the home in the valley the damp dirty prison,
the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean I start sinkin',
But I'll my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's fall.