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

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed
Oh, have you been, my darling young one?
I've on the side of twelve misty mountains,
walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the of seven sad forests,
I've out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed
Oh, did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered 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 hard rain's 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 wave could drown the whole world,
one hundred drummers whose hands 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 it's a hard, 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 one?
I met a child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who a black dog,
I met a young woman whose was burning,
I met a young girl, she me a rainbow,
I met one man who was in love,
I met another man who was with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
It's a hard a-gonna fall.
Oh, you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young
I'm back out 'fore the rain 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 pellets of are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp prison,
Where the executioner's face is always hidden,
hunger is ugly, where 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 the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I 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,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.