Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three farmers in the north, as they were by
they swore an oath so mighty oh that Barleycorn die
one of them drown him and the other sad: hang him high
for will stick to Barleycorn a-begging he will die

they put poor Barley into a an a cold an rainy day
and took him out to and buried him in the clay
frost and snow began to and dew began to fall
when Barleygrain put up his head and he surprised them all

being in the summer season and the harvest on
it's the he stands up in the field with a beard like any man
the reaper then came with his sickle and used me
he cut me in the middle so and he cut me above the knee

the came was the binder and he looked at me with a frown
for in the middle there was a thistle which pulled his down
the farmer with his pitch fork and he pierced me to the heart
like a thief, a rogue or a highwayman they tied me to the

the thresher came with his big flail and he broke my bones
could grieve the heart of any man to my sighs and moans
the next that they've done to me they steeped me in the well
they left me there for a day and night until I to swell

and next thing that they've done to me they me in a kiln
they used me ten times worse, than that they ground me in the
used me in the kichen, they used me in the hall
oh they used me in the parlour among the all

the is a comical grain, it makes men sigh and moan
for when they drink a glass or two they forget their and home
the drunkard is a man, he used me worst of all
he drank me up in his dirty mouth an he tumbled the wall"