Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were farmers in the north, as they were passing by
they an oath so mighty oh that Barleycorn should 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 Barley into a sack an a cold an rainy 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 surprised all

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

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

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

and next thing that they've 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 me in the hall
oh they used me in the parlour the ladies all

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