Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn Must Die

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

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

They've let him lie for a long time
Till the rains from did fall
And little Sir sprung up his head
And so them all

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

They've men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the
They've him and tied him by the way
Serving him most

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

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

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

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

The huntsman, he hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to his horn
And the tinker he mend kettle nor pot
Without a Barleycorn