Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn Must Die

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

They've plowed, they've sown, harrowed him in
Threw clouds upon his
And three men made a solemn vow
Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very time
Till the rains from heaven did
And little Sir John sprung up his
And so amazed all

They've let him stand 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 him and tied him by the way
Serving him barbarously

They've hired men with the sharp
Who him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse that
For bound him to the cart

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

hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin bone
And the miller he has him worse than that
For he's him between two stones

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

The huntsman, he can't the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his
And the tinker he can't kettle nor pot
Without a Barleycorn