Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men came out of the
Their for to try
And these three men a solemn vow
John Barleycorn die

They've plowed, sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his
And these three men made a vow
Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a long time
'Til the rains from did fall
And Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed all

let him stand till Midsummer's Day
'Til he both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long beard
And so a man

hired men with their scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most

They've hired men with sharp pitchforks
pricked him to the heart
And the loader, he has served him worse than
For bound him to the cart

wheeled him around and around a field
'Til they onto a pond
And they made a solemn oath
On John Barleycorn

They've hired men with crab tree sticks
To cut him from bone
And the miller, he has served him worse than
For he's him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown
And his in the glass
And little Sir and the nut brown bowl
the strongest man at last

The he can't hunt the fox
Nor so to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't kettle nor pots
Without a little