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 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 front of a dozen oceans,
I've been ten thousand in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, 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 one?
I saw a newborn with wild 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 of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered water,
I saw ten thousand talkers tongues were all broken,
I saw and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
And did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young
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 hands a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand 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 it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed
Who did you meet, my young one?
I met a young beside a dead pony,
I met a man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose 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,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed
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 many and their are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding waters,
Where the home in the valley the damp dirty prison,
the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where 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,
Then I'll on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my well before 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.