Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There three men came out of the west
fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn
Barleycorn must die

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

They've let him lie for a very time
Till the rains from heaven did
And little Sir John up his head
And so them all

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

They've hired men the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most

They've hired men with the pitchforks
Who him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse that
For he's bound him to the

They've wheeled him around and around the
Till they came unto a
And there they a solemn oath
On John Barleycorn

They've hired men the crab-tree sticks
To cut his skin bone
And the miller he has served him than that
For ground him between two stones

And little Sir and the nut-brown bowl
And brandy in the glass
And Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the man at last

The huntsman, he hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to his horn
And the tinker he can't kettle nor pot
Without a little