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 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 thousand miles in the of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and a hard,
And it's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young
I saw a newborn baby with wild all around it,
I saw a of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white all covered with water,
I saw ten talkers 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, a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my son?
And did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and listenin',
Heard one starve, I heard many people 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, it's a hard, a hard,
And it's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed
Who did you meet, my young one?
I met a young child a dead pony,
I met a man who walked a black dog,
I met a young whose 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 a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my young one?
I'm a-goin' back out the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of 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, where are forgotten,
Where black is the color, none is the number,
And I'll it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the so all souls can see it,
I'll stand on the ocean until I start 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.