Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

They've let him till midsummer's day
Till he both pale 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 him and tied him by the way
him most barbarously

They've hired men with the sharp
Who him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse that
For he's bound him to the

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

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

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

The huntsman, he can't the fox
Nor so to blow his horn
And the tinker he mend kettle nor pot
a little Barleycorn