Luyện nghe bài hát John Barleycorn

There three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow, John would die
They've ploughed, they've sown, harrowed, thrown clods upon his head
these three men were satisfied 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 little Sir John sprang up his 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 beard and so become a man
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They've hired men with the sharp-edged scythes to cut him off at the
They've rolled him and tied him around the waist, treated him barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp-edged to prick him to the heart
And the loader has served him worse that for he's bound him to the cart
So they've wheeled him around and around the field till they've come a barn
And here they've kept solemn word concerning Barleycorn
They've men with the crabtree sticks to split him skin from bone
And the miller has served him worse than that for 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 mend his pots without John Barleycorn