Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men, came out of the
fortunes for to try
And three men made a solemn vow
Barleycorn must die

Well, ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw upon his head
these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was

let him lie for a long, long time
Till the rains from did fall
And little Sir sprang up his head
And so them all

let him lie till the midsummer's day
Till he looked pale and wan, oh
Then little Sir John has grown a long long
And so a man

They have men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
They rolled and they him around the waist
Serving him him barbarously

They men with the sharp pitchforks
to him to the heart.
And the loader he has him worse than that,
for bound him to the cart.

Well, they've him round and round the field
Till they came a barn
And there made their solemn oath
Concerning a

They hired men with the crab sticks
to split him from bone, yeah,
but the miller he has served him worse that
for he ground him two stones.

Well, there's beer all in the barrel and in the glass
But old Sir John with his nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at
Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up

Now the huntsman, he hunt the fox
Nor loudly his horn
And the tinker, he mend his pots
Without John

John Barleycorn, Barleycorn
Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, Barleycorn