Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow, Barleycorn would die
They've ploughed, sown, they've harrowed, thrown clods upon his head
Till these three men were satisfied John Barleycorn was
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There's beer all in the barrel and brandy in the
But Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last
let him lie for a long long time till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprang up his head and so them all
They've let him stand till day and he looks both pale and wan
Then Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
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They've hired men with the scythes to cut him off at the knee
They've him and tied him around the waist, treated him most barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp-edged forks to prick him to the
And the loader has served him than that for he's bound him to the cart
So they've wheeled him and around the field till they've come unto a barn
And here they've kept solemn word concerning Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crabtree sticks to split him from bone
And the miller has served him worse than that for he's him between two stones
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And the huntsman he can't the fox nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots without John