Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his
And so amazed all

They've let him stand till day
Till he 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
rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him barbarously

They've hired men with the pitchforks
Who pricked him to the
And the loader he has served him worse than
For bound him to the cart

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

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

And little Sir John and the nut-brown
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 loudly to blow his
And the tinker he can't mend nor pot
Without a little