Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

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

They've let him till midsummer's day
Till he looked both 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
They've rolled him and him by the way
Serving him barbarously

hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the
And the loader he has served him worse than
For he's him to the cart

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

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

And little Sir John and the bowl
And he's in the glass
And little Sir John and the bowl
the strongest man at last

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