Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
Threw upon his head,
And these three men were a solem vow
John was dead.

They let him lie for a long time,
'Til the rains from did fall,
little Sir John raised up his head
And so them all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The huntsman hunt the fox
Nor blow his horn
And the tinker mend his pots
John Barleycorn.