Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were men came out of the west
fortunes for to try
And these three men made a oath
John must die

They've ploughed, they've sown, harrowed him in
Threw clods his head
And these three men made a vow
Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a long time
the rains from heaven did fall
And Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed all

They've let him stand till day
he looked both pale and wan
And Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so a man

They've men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
They've him and tied him by the way
Serving him barbarously

They've men with the sharp pitchforks
Who him to the heart
And the loader he has him worse than that
For he's him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and the field
Till came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn
On poor Barleycorn

hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut his skin from
And the miller he has served him than that
For he's ground him between two

And little Sir John and the bowl
And he's in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown
Proved the strongest man at

The huntsman, he can't the fox
Nor so to blow his horn
And the he can't mend kettle nor pot
a little Barleycorn