Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the wash and coyote hole 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 fugitive Dallas who just broke out of jail.
You might think this tale is history before the West was won,
But the that I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was born out in Virginia, left home when school was
In the deserts of he became 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 Claude he became a trapper, and he 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 livin' all out many miles from town,
A Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms rode into check out,
They seeking violations and to see what Claude's about.

Now Claude had hung some venison, he had a pelt 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 throught the bull-camp they stared each other down.

Its hard to say what next, perhaps we'll never know,
They were gonna take in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he around
Pogue was falling backwards, Conley 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 drawn his first, but Claude had his stand.
Claude said "I am justified Jim, were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang meat
When livin' this far from town."

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

There's two two this story, there may be no right or wrong,
The lawman and the renegade 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,
Where rivers run and the mustang still is free.
By the wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye