Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown clods his head
these three men were satisfied John Barleycorn was dead
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There's beer all in the barrel and brandy in the
But little Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, the strongest man at last
They've let him lie for a long time till the rains from heaven did fall
And Sir John sprang up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand till midsummer's day and he both pale and wan
Then little Sir John's grown a long long and so become a man
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They've hired men with the sharp-edged to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him around the waist, treated him most
They've men with the sharp-edged forks to prick him to the heart
And the loader has served him worse than for he's bound him to the cart
So they've wheeled him around and around the field till come unto a barn
And they've kept their solemn word concerning Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crabtree sticks to split him skin from
And the miller has served him worse that for he's ground him between two stones
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And the he can't hunt the fox nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots without Barleycorn