Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men, out of the west
fortunes for to try
And these three men a solemn vow
John Barleycorn die

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

They've let him lie for a long, long
Till the rains from did fall
And Sir John sprang up his head
And so them all

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

They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
They rolled and they tied him the waist
Serving him most him

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

Well, they've wheeled him and round the field
they came onto a barn
And there made their solemn oath
a Barleycorn

They hired men with the crab sticks
to split him skin bone, yeah,
but the he has served him worse than that
for he him between two stones.

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

Now the huntsman, he can't the fox
Nor loudly blow his
And the tinker, he can't mend his
Without Barleycorn

John Barleycorn, Barleycorn
Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, John