Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

Well, they've ploughed, they've sown, they've him in
Threw upon his head
Till three men were satisfied
Barleycorn was dead

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

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

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

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

Well, they've wheeled him round and round the
Till they came onto a
And there they their solemn oath
Concerning a

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

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

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

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