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 an old jaw bone
She dressed me up for to take me
She fed me words that I 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 would true

We together in an old hotel
A broke-down palace a wishing well
The neighbor girl me how to spell
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 shot my lover as she to run
The said, Son, what have 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 me out on a midnight train
In the rain, rolling down the dusty plain
Four men with an old shotgun,
Silver pinned on every one
busted my mouth for to get at my tongue
To see just how had all begun
So I opened my mouth a dragons breath
I only spoke truth, but it brought death
And I laid boys 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 one thing from me
You better guard your tongue like your

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