Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

They've ploughed, they've sown, harrowed him in
clods upon his head
And three men made a solemn vow
John was dead

They've let him lie for a very time
the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John up his head
And so them all

They've let him till midsummer's day
he looked both pale 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
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 he's bound him to the

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

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

And little Sir John and the nut-brown
And brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown
Proved the strongest man at

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