Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men, out of the west
fortunes for to try
And these men made a solemn vow
John must die

Well, ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw upon his head
Till these men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was

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

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

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

hired men with the sharp 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 wheeled him and round the field
they came onto a barn
And there they made their solemn
Concerning a

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

Well, there's beer all in the barrel and brandy in the
But little old Sir John his nut-brown bowl
Proved the man at last
Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up

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

John Barleycorn, Barleycorn
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John Barleycorn, John