Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

they put poor Barley a sack an a cold an rainy day
and took him out to cornfields and buried him in the
and snow began to melt and dew began to fall
when Barleygrain put up his head and he soon surprised all

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

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

the thresher with his big flail and soon 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 began to

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

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