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 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 and a growing flower which grew
And I knew if I ever spoke, I would speak

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

sent me out on a midnight train
In the rain, down through the dusty plain
men sitting with an old shotgun,
Silver pinned on every one
They my mouth for to get at my tongue
To see just how this had all
So I opened my mouth like a dragons
I only spoke truth, but it only death
And I laid those to rest
For the truth, in truth, is a terrible

For aint no road but the road to home,
There no crops but the ones youve sown
And if you one thing from me
You better guard your like your enemy

I came to in a one-horse town
On the western rim where the sun down
Where a branded man start again
For to right his wrong, for to his sin
But my tongue kept growing, it not cease
I grew quite weary, couldnt get no
So I went to the and turned myself in,
Picked up a shovel, and he the grin
And planted me by the sea
Now the birds of the air make on me