Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the Spanish had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash and coyote in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye.

Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will
Of the Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail.
You might think tale is history from before the West was won,
But the events I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was out in Virginia, left home when school was through;
In the deserts of Nevada he a buckaroo,
And he the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse,
And he always a pistol, and he practiced deadly force.

Then he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days,
And he bobcat logic and their wild and silent ways
In the bloody runs near Paradise, in monitors south
Trapping and coyotes, living hand to mouth.
Aye, aye, aye.

Then Claude took to all alone out many miles from town,
A friend Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he to hang around.
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms rode check Claude out,
They were seeking violations and to see what about.

Now Claude had hung some venison, he had a bobcat or two;
Pogue claimed were out of season, he said "Dallas, you're all thru."
But Dallas would not leave his camp. He to go to town.
As the wind howled throught the bull-camp stared each other down.

Its hard to say what next, perhaps we'll never know,
They gonna take Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and he turned around
Pogue was falling backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down.
Aye, aye, aye.

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun Bill Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who his first, but Claude had made his stand.
said "I am justified Jim, they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a to hang some meat
When he's livin' far from town."

It took eighteen men and fifteen months to run Claude down.
In the sage of Paradise they drove him to the ground.
Convicted up in Idaho manslaughter by
Thirty years at maximum, but Claude would break free.

There's two two this story, there may be no right or wrong,
The and the renegade have graced a thousand songs.
The story is an old one. hard to draw,
But Claude's out in the tonight he may be the last outlaw.
Aye, aye, aye.

In a land the Spanish once had called the Mystery,
rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye