Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

They've let him lie for a very time
'Til the rains Heaven did fall
And Sir John sprung up his head
And so them 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 most

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

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

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

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

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