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
John Barleycorn die

Well, they've ploughed, they've sown, they've him in
Threw clods upon his
Till these three men were
Barleycorn 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 them all

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

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

They men with the sharp 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 a barn
And there they made solemn oath
Concerning a

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

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

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

John Barleycorn, Barleycorn
Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, Barleycorn