Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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