Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

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

They've let him lie for a very time
Till the rains from heaven did
And Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed all

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

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

hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who him to the heart
And the he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the

They've wheeled him and around the field
they came unto a barn
And there made a solemn oath
On poor Barleycorn

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

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

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