Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men, out of the west
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 his head
Till these men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was

let him lie for a long, long time
Till the rains from did fall
And little Sir John up his head
And so them all

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

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

hired men with the sharp pitchforks
to him to the heart.
And the loader he has served him worse that,
for he's him to the cart.

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

They men with the crab tree sticks
to split him skin 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 brandy in the
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 mend his
John Barleycorn

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