Luyện nghe bài hát A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed
Oh, where have you been, my darling one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve mountains,
I've and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the of seven sad forests,
I've been out in of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and a hard,
And it's a rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed
Oh, what did you see, my young one?
I saw a newborn with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers tongues were all broken,
I saw and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young
I heard the sound of a thunder, it out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that drown the whole world,
one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a who died in the gutter,
Heard the of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
And it's a hard rain's fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my son?
Who did you meet, my young one?
I met a young beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who a black dog,
I met a young whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she me a rainbow,
I met one man who was in love,
I met man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the of the deepest black forest,
Where the are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp prison,
Where the executioner's is always well hidden,
hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, none is the number,
And I'll it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the so all souls can see it,
Then I'll on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I singin',
And a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
a hard rain's a-gonna fall.