Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Would Speak True

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

We together in an old hotel
A broke-down palace with a well
The neighbor girl taught me how to
And how to steal I could not sell
But I fed my tongue on the rum
In a roadhouse run by a bum
On a drunken night, a stolen gun
I my lover as she made to run
The judge said, Son, what have you
But I speak a word, no I didnt speak one
And the judge me away
And they my Grace, yeah, the very next day

They sent me out on a train
In the rain, rolling down through the dusty
Four men sitting an old shotgun,
stars pinned on every one
They my mouth for to get at my tongue
To see just how 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 but the road to home,
There aint no crops but the ones youve
And if you learn one thing me
You better your tongue like your enemy

I came to ground in a one-horse
On the western rim where the sun goes
Where a branded man start again
For to his wrong, for to lose his sin
But my kept growing, it would not cease
I grew quite weary, get no release
So I to the magistrate and turned myself in,
up a shovel, and he made the grin
And planted me by the sea
Now the birds of the air nests on me