Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Would Speak True

I had a lover, her name was
She found me down in a lonely
She dug me out with an old jaw
She me up for to take me home
She fed me words I could not taste,
For I had no tongue, it had been
By a green and a flower which grew
And I knew if I spoke, I would speak true

We lived in an old hotel
A broke-down with a wishing well
The neighbor taught me how to spell
And how to what I could not sell
But I fed my on the Devils rum
In a roadhouse run by a bum
On a night, with a stolen gun
I shot my as she made to run
The judge said, Son, what you done?
But I didnt speak a word, no I didnt one
And the sent me away
And they my Grace, yeah, the very next day

They sent me out on a midnight
In the rain, rolling through the dusty plain
Four men with an old shotgun,
Silver stars on every one
They busted my mouth for to get at my
To see how this had all begun
So I opened my like a dragons breath
I only truth, but it only brought death
And I laid those to rest
For the truth, in truth, is a jest

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

I came to in a one-horse town
On the western rim where the sun down
a branded man might start again
For to his wrong, for to lose his sin
But my tongue kept growing, it not cease
I grew quite weary, get no release
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