Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

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

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

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

They men with the sharp pitchforks
to him to the heart.
And the he has served him worse than that,
for bound 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 tree sticks
to split him from bone, yeah,
but the miller he has served him worse that
for he him between two stones.

Well, there's beer all in the barrel and 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 blow his horn
And the tinker, he can't mend his
John Barleycorn

John Barleycorn, John
Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, John