Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

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 Midsummer's Day
'Til he looked pale and wan
And little Sir grown a long 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 barbarously

hired men with their sharp pitchforks
Who've him to the heart
And the loader, he has him worse than that
For bound him to the cart

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

hired men with their crab tree sticks
To cut him skin bone
And the miller, he has served him than that
For ground him between two stones

And Sir John and the nut brown bowl
And his in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut 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
a little barleycorn