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

Oh, where have you been, my son?
Oh, where have you been, my young one?
stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've on six crooked highways,
stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen oceans,
been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young
I saw a newborn baby with wild all around it,
I saw a highway of with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood kept drippin',
I saw a full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered 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 it's a hard rain's fall.
And what did you hear, my son?
And what did you hear, my darling one?
I the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred whose hands were a-blazin',
ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many laughin',
Heard the song of a who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a 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 rain's fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my son?
Who did you meet, my darling young
I met a young child beside a 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 man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling one?
I'm a-goin' back out the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the dirty prison,
Where the executioner's is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, souls are forgotten,
black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it 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 I start singin',
And a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.