Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn Must Die

There three men came out of the West
Their for to try
And these three men a solemn vow
Barleycorn must die

They've plowed, they've sown, they've him in
clouds upon his head
And these men made a solemn vow
John was dead

let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did
And Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed all

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

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

hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than
For bound him to the cart

wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came a barn
And there made a solemn oath
On John Barleycorn

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

And Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And his brandy in the
And little Sir John and the bowl
Proved the man at last

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