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
John must die

They've plowed, sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods his head
And these men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was

let him lie for a very long time
'Til the rains Heaven did fall
And little Sir sprung up his head
And so amazed all

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

They've hired men with scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
They've him and tied him by the way
Serving him barbarously

They've hired men with their pitchforks
Who've pricked him to the
And the loader, he has served him worse that
For he's him to the cart

They've him around and around a field
'Til they came onto a
And there they made a oath
On poor John

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

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

The huntsman he hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor
a little barleycorn