Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

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