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 Devil's wash and coyote hole in the Owyhee Range
in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye.

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

He was born out in Virginia, left home when school was
In the deserts of Nevada he a buckaroo,
And he learned the ways of cattle, and he 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 stayed to around.
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms rode check Claude out,
They were seeking violations and to see Claude's about.

Now Claude had hung 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 howled throught the bull-camp they stared each other down.

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

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

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

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