Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men came out of the
fortunes for to try
And these three men a solemn oath
John Barleycorn die

ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods his head
And these three men a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was

They've let him lie for a very time
Till the from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his
And so them all

They've let him till midsummer's day
Till he looked both and wan
And Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so a man

They've hired men with the so sharp
To cut him off at the
They've rolled him and him by the way
Serving him barbarously

They've hired men with the pitchforks
Who pricked him to the
And the loader he has served him worse that
For bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him and around the field
Till they came unto a
And they made a solemn oath
On John Barleycorn

They've men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut his skin bone
And the miller he has served him worse that
For he's him between two stones

And little Sir and the nut-brown bowl
And he's brandy in the
And little Sir John and the bowl
Proved the man at last

The huntsman, he can't the fox
Nor so to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend nor pot
Without a Barleycorn