Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

They've let him lie for a long, long
Till the from heaven did fall
And little Sir sprang up his head
And so amazed 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 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 hired men the sharp pitchforks
to him to the heart.
And the he has served him worse than that,
for he's him to the cart.

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

They hired men with the crab tree
to split him from bone, yeah,
but the miller he has served him worse than
for he him between two stones.

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

Now the huntsman, he hunt the fox
Nor loudly his horn
And the tinker, he can't his pots
Without Barleycorn

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