Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

they put poor Barley into a sack an a cold an day
and him out to cornfields and buried him in the clay
frost and snow began to melt and dew began to
when Barleygrain put up his head and he soon them all

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

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

the came with his big flail and soon he broke my bones
could grieve the of any man to hear my sighs and moans
the next thing that they've done to me they steeped me in the
they left me there for a day and until I began 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
they me in the kichen, they used me in the hall
oh they me in the parlour among the ladies all

the Barleygrain is a comical grain, it makes men and moan
for when they drink a glass or two forget their wives 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"