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

Oh, where have you been, my son?
Oh, have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve mountains,
I've walked and I've on six crooked highways,
I've in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in 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, what did you see, my son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling one?
I saw a newborn baby with wolves all around it,
I saw a of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all with water,
I saw ten talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and swords in the hands of young children,
And a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose 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,
the sound 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 young
I met a young child a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a 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 wounded hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my son?
Oh, you do now, my darling young one?
I'm back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll 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,
the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, souls are forgotten,
black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
It's a hard a-gonna fall.