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
Barleycorn must die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, there's all in the barrel and brandy in the glass
But little old Sir John with his 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 can't his pots
Without John

Barleycorn, John Barleycorn
Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, John