Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

They've ploughed, they've sown, they've him in
clods upon his head
And these men made a solemn vow
Barleycorn was dead

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

They've let him stand midsummer's day
Till he looked pale and wan
And little Sir John's a long, long beard
And so a man

They've hired men with the scythes so
To cut him off at the
They've him and tied him by the way
Serving him most

They've men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the
And the loader he has served him than that
For he's bound him to the

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

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

And Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And brandy in the glass
And Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
the strongest man at last

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