Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And little Sir John and the nut-brown
And he's brandy in the
And little Sir and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at

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