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

Oh, have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where you been, my darling young 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 out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and a hard,
And it's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling one?
I saw a baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with on it,
I saw a black branch with blood kept drippin',
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 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 a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed
And what did you hear, my darling one?
I heard the of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose were a-blazin',
Heard ten whisperin' 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 it's a hard, 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 beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who a black dog,
I met a young woman 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 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, what'll you do now, my darling young
I'm a-goin' back out the rain starts a-fallin',
walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and hands are all empty,
the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where are forgotten,
black 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,
I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But know my song well 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.