Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men out of the west
fortunes for to try
And three men made a solemn oath
John Barleycorn die

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

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

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

They've hired men with the scythes so
To cut him off at the
They've rolled him and him by the way
him most barbarously

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

wheeled him around and around the field
Till they unto a barn
And there made a solemn oath
On John Barleycorn

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

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

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