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

They've let him lie for a long time
Till the rains heaven did fall
And little Sir John up his head
And so amazed all

let him stand till midsummer's day
Till he looked both and wan
And little Sir grown a long, long beard
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 him to the heart
And the loader he has served him than that
For he's him to the cart

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

hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut his from bone
And the miller he has served him than that
For ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the 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 blow his
And the he can't mend kettle nor pot
a little Barleycorn