Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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