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 crawled 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 thousand miles in the 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, what did you see, my 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 branch with that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their a-bleedin',
I saw a ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my son?
And did you hear, my darling young one?
I the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a that could 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 of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a who cried in the alley,
And a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my son?
Who did you meet, my young one?
I met a young child beside a pony,
I met a man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman body was burning,
I met a young girl, she 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, a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain a-fallin',
I'll walk to the of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of are flooding their waters,
Where the in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's is always well hidden,
Where is ugly, where 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,
I'll stand on the ocean 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,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.