Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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

They plowed, they sowed, they him in,
Threw clods his head,
And three men were made a solem vow
Barleycorn 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 Mid-Summer's Day
he looked both pale and wan;
Then little Sir John grew a long, long
And so a man.

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

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

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

They men with their crab-tree sticks
To him skin from bone,
But the miller did him worse than that,
For he ground him 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 huntsman hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his
And the cannot mend his pots
John Barleycorn.