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

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed
Oh, where you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve 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 in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, what did you see, my son?
Oh, did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their a-bleedin',
I saw a ladder 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 it's a hard, and 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 what did you hear, my young one?
I the sound of a thunder, it roared 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 and nobody listenin',
Heard one starve, I heard many people 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 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 walked a dog,
I met a young whose body 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 wounded hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my son?
Oh, you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the 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 poison are flooding waters,
Where the in the valley meets the damp dirty 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 tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the until I start 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,
It's a hard a-gonna fall.