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?
stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've and I've 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 miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's 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 of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their a-bleedin',
I saw a white all covered with water,
I saw ten talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's fall.
And did you hear, my blue-eyed 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,
one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard people laughin',
Heard the song of a who died in the gutter,
Heard the of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and 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 beside a dead pony,
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 in love,
I met another man who was wounded hatred,
And a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their are all empty,
Where the pellets of are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the meets the damp dirty prison,
the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where are forgotten,
Where black is the color, 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,
Then I'll stand on the until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
It's a rain's a-gonna fall.