Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim stevens on over;there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who his first, but Claude had made his stand.
Claude said "I am justified Jim, they were 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 finally run down.
In the sage outside of Paradise they him to the ground.
Convicted up in manslaughter by decree
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude break free.

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

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