Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men, came out of the
fortunes for to try
And three men made a solemn vow
Barleycorn must die

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

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

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

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

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

Well, they've wheeled him round and the field
Till they onto a barn
And there they made their solemn
Concerning a

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

Well, beer 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 blow his
And the tinker, he can't mend his
Without Barleycorn

John Barleycorn, John
Barleycorn,
Barleycorn, John Barleycorn