Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There were three men came out of the
Their for to try
And these three men made a oath
Barleycorn must die

They've ploughed, they've sown, harrowed him in
Threw clods his head
And these three men a solemn vow
Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long
Till the from heaven did fall
And Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed all

let him stand till midsummer's day
Till he looked both and wan
And Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so a man

They've hired men with the so sharp
To cut him off at the
They've rolled him and him by the way
him most barbarously

They've men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the
And the loader he has served him than that
For he's him to the cart

They've wheeled him and around the field
Till they came unto a
And there they made a solemn
On poor Barleycorn

They've hired men with the sticks
To cut his from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than
For he's ground him two stones

And little Sir and the nut-brown bowl
And he's in the glass
And little Sir John and the bowl
Proved the man at last

The huntsman, he hunt the fox
Nor so to blow his horn
And the he can't mend kettle nor pot
a little Barleycorn