Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There three men came out of the west
Their for to try
And these men made a solemn oath
John Barleycorn die

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

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

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

hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
rolled 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 served him than that
For bound him to the cart

They've him around and around the field
Till came unto a barn
And they made a solemn oath
On poor John

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

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

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