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

Oh, have 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,
stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the of a graveyard,
And a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my 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 blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
And a hard 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 could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many laughin',
Heard the of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and 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 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 man who was wounded with hatred,
And a hard, it's 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, you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their are all empty,
Where the of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I 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,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.