Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Would Speak True

I had a lover, her was Grace
She me down in a lonely place
She dug me out with an old jaw
She dressed me up for to me home
She fed me words that I not taste,
For I had no tongue, it had been
By a green and a growing which grew
And I if I ever spoke, I would speak true

We lived in an old hotel
A palace with a wishing well
The girl taught me how to spell
And how to steal what I could not
But I fed my tongue on the rum
In a run by a godless bum
On a night, with a stolen gun
I my lover as she made to run
The judge said, Son, what you done?
But I didnt a word, no I didnt speak one
And the sent me away
And they buried my Grace, yeah, the next day

They sent me out on a train
In the rain, rolling down through the dusty
men sitting with an old shotgun,
Silver stars on every one
They my mouth for to get at my tongue
To see how this had all begun
So I my mouth like a dragons breath
I only spoke truth, but it only death
And I those boys to rest
For the truth, in truth, is a terrible

For there aint no but the road to home,
There aint no crops but the youve sown
And if you learn one thing me
You better guard your tongue like your

I to ground in a one-horse town
On the rim where the sun goes down
Where a branded man start again
For to right his wrong, for to his sin
But my tongue growing, it would not cease
I grew quite weary, couldnt get no
So I went to the magistrate and turned in,
Picked up a shovel, and he the grin
And planted me by the sea
Now the birds of the air make on me