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 darling young
I've stumbled on the side of misty mountains,
I've walked and I've on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the 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 it's a hard, it's a hard, and a hard,
And it's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young
I saw a newborn baby with wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with on it,
I saw a black with blood that 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 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 a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed
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 of a clown 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 rain's fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my son?
Who did you meet, my young one?
I met a young child a dead pony,
I met a man who walked 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 another man who was wounded hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
It's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest forest,
Where the people are and their hands are all empty,
Where the of poison are flooding their waters,
the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, souls are forgotten,
Where is the color, where none is the number,
And tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean I start sinkin',
But I'll my song well before I start singin',
And a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a rain's a-gonna fall.