Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Would Speak True

I had a lover, her was Grace
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 that I not taste,
For I had no tongue, it had replaced
By a green and a growing flower which
And I knew if I spoke, I would speak true

We lived together in an old
A broke-down with a wishing well
The neighbor girl taught me how to
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 night, with a stolen gun
I my lover as she made to run
The said, Son, what have you done?
But I didnt speak a word, no I didnt 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 through the dusty
men sitting with an old shotgun,
Silver stars on every one
They busted my for to get at my tongue
To see how this had all begun
So I opened my mouth a dragons breath
I only spoke truth, but it only 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 sown
And if you learn one from me
You better guard your tongue like enemy

I came to in a one-horse town
On the western rim where the sun down
Where a branded man might 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 and turned myself in,
Picked up a shovel, and he made the
And planted me by the sea
Now the of the air make nests on me