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 darling one?
I've stumbled on the side of misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six highways,
I've stepped in the middle of sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dead oceans,
I've been ten miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed
Oh, what did you see, my young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of with nobody on it,
I saw a black with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a ladder 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, 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 one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and listenin',
Heard one starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a who cried in the alley,
And a hard, and it's 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 young
I met a young beside a dead 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 it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling one?
I'm a-goin' out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the are many and their hands are all empty,
the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the face is always 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 speak it and it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all can see it,
Then stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's fall.