Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who his first, but Claude had made his stand.
Claude "I am justified Jim, they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang some
When he's this 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 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 is an old one. Conclusion's hard to draw,
But out in the sage tonight he may be the last outlaw.
Aye, aye, aye.

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