Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men come the West
fortunes for to try,
And these men a solemn vow:
"John must die."

They plowed, they sowed, harrowed him in,
clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solem vow
John 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.

They let him stand Mid-Summer's Day
When he looked both pale and
Then Sir John grew a long, 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.

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

They him 'round and around the field
'Til they unto a barn,
And there took a solemn oath
On poor Barleycorn.

They hired men with crab-tree sticks
To split him skin bone,
But the miller did serve him than that,
For he ground him two stones.

There's little Sir in the nut-brown bowl,
And there's in the glass,
And little Sir John in the bowl
the strongest man at last.

The huntsman hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his
And the tinker cannot mend his
Without Barleycorn.