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, they've ploughed, they've sown, harrowed him in
Threw clods his head
Till three men were satisfied
John was dead

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

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

have hired 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 sharp
to him to the heart.
And the loader he has served him than that,
for he's him to the cart.

Well, they've wheeled him round and the field
Till came onto a barn
And there they made their solemn
Concerning a

They hired men with the 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 nut-brown
Proved the man at last
John Barleycorn, throw him up, him up

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

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