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 hole in the Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye.

Come 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Dallas who just broke out of jail.
You might this tale is history from before the West was won,
But the that 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 the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse,
And he always packed a pistol, and he deadly force.

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

Then Claude 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 Elms into check Claude out,
were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about.

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

Its hard to say what happend next, we'll never know,
They were gonna Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned
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 drawn his first, but Claude had his stand.
Claude "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 eighteen men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down.
In the outside of Paradise they drove him to the ground.
Convicted up in Idaho by decree
years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free.

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

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