Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men out of the west
Their for to try
And three men made a solemn vow
John must die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor
Without a barleycorn