Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

Well, they've ploughed, sown, they've harrowed him in
clods 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 up his head
And so amazed all

They let him lie the midsummer's day
Till he both pale and wan, oh
Then little Sir John has grown a long long
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
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 him round and round the field
Till they came onto a
And they made their solemn oath
Concerning a

They hired men the crab tree sticks
to him skin from bone, yeah,
but the miller he has him worse than that
for he ground him two stones.

Well, there's beer all in the and brandy in the glass
But little old Sir John his nut-brown 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
Without John

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Barleycorn, John Barleycorn