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 dressed me up for to take me
She fed me words I could not taste,
For I had no tongue, it had replaced
By a green and a growing which grew
And I knew if I ever spoke, I would speak

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

They sent me out on a midnight
In the rain, rolling down through the dusty
Four men sitting 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 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 jest

For there no road 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 the sun goes down
Where a branded man might again
For to his wrong, for to lose his sin
But my tongue kept growing, it would not
I grew quite weary, couldnt get no
So I to the magistrate and turned myself in,
Picked up a shovel, and he made the
And they me by the sea
Now the birds of the air make on me