Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men came out of the
Their for to try
And these three men a solemn vow
John must die

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

They've let him lie for a very time
'Til the rains from Heaven did
And little Sir John sprung up his
And so amazed all

let him stand till Midsummer's Day
'Til he both pale and wan
And Sir John's grown a long long beard
And so a man

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

They've hired men with their pitchforks
Who've him to the heart
And the loader, he has him worse than that
For he's bound him to the

They've wheeled him around and around a
'Til they onto a pond
And there they made a oath
On John Barleycorn

They've hired men with their tree sticks
To cut him from bone
And the miller, he has served him than that
For ground him between two stones

And little Sir and the nut brown bowl
And his in the glass
And Sir John and the nut brown bowl
the strongest man at last

The huntsman he hunt the fox
Nor so to blow his horn
And the he can't mend kettle nor pots
Without a barleycorn