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

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed
Oh, where have you been, my darling one?
I've stumbled on the of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and crawled on six crooked highways,
stepped 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 a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard 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 blood that drippin',
I saw a room of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand 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, it's a hard, a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my 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 could drown the whole world,
one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten whisperin' and nobody listenin',
one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my son?
Who did you meet, my darling young
I met a child beside a dead pony,
I met a man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman 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 with hatred,
And it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's 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 starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest forest,
the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp prison,
Where the executioner's is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I sinkin',
But I'll know my song before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.