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 of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the 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 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 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 hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and swords in the hands of young children,
And a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed
And did you hear, my darling young one?
I the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who in the alley,
And a hard, and it's a hard, it's 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 young child beside a 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 with hatred,
And a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's 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 darling one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain a-fallin',
walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their 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,
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 from the mountain so all can see it,
Then I'll on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
It's a hard rain's fall.