Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There three men, came out of the west
Their for to try
And these three men a solemn vow
Barleycorn must die

Well, ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
clods upon his head
Till these three men satisfied
John was dead

let him lie for a long, long time
Till the rains from heaven did
And little Sir John up his head
And so amazed all

They let him lie till the day
Till he looked pale and wan, oh
Then little Sir John has a long long beard
And so a man

They have men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
rolled and they tied him around the waist
Serving him most him

They hired men with the pitchforks
to him to the heart.
And the loader he has served him worse that,
for he's him to the cart.

Well, they've him round and round the field
Till they came onto a
And there they made solemn oath
a Barleycorn

They hired men the crab tree sticks
to split him from bone, yeah,
but the miller he has served him worse that
for he him between two stones.

Well, beer all in the barrel and brandy in the glass
But little old Sir John with his bowl
Proved the man at last
John Barleycorn, him up, throw him up

Now the huntsman, he hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his
And the tinker, he can't mend his
Without John

John Barleycorn, John
Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, John