Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men come from the
Their for to try,
And these three men a solemn
"John Barleycorn die."

They plowed, they sowed, harrowed him in,
clods upon his head,
And these three men were made a vow
Barleycorn was dead.

They let him lie for a very time,
the rains from heaven did fall,
When little Sir raised up his head
And so them all.

let him stand 'til Mid-Summer's Day
When he looked both pale and
Then little Sir John grew a long, beard
And so a man.

They hired men with their scythes so
To cut him off at the
They rolled him and tied him the waist,
And him barbarously.

They men with their sharp pitchforks
To him to the heart,
But the loader did him worse than that,
For he him to the cart.

They wheeled him and around the field
'Til they came a barn,
And they took a solemn oath
On John Barleycorn.

They hired men their crab-tree sticks
To split him from bone,
But the miller did him worse than that,
For he him between two stones.

little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
And brandy in the glass,
And little Sir John in the nut-brown
Proved the man at last.

The cannot hunt the fox
Nor loudly his horn
And the tinker mend his pots
John Barleycorn.