Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a 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 that describe took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was born out in Virginia, left home when was through;
In the deserts of Nevada he 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 he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days,
And he studied bobcat logic and their wild and ways
In the bloody near Paradise, in monitors down south
Trapping cats and coyotes, living to mouth.
Aye, aye, aye.

Then Claude took to livin' all alone out many from town,
A friend Jim supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two Pogue and Elms rode into check Claude out,
They were seeking 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 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 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
Pogue was falling backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down.
Aye, aye, aye.

Jim walked 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, they were 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 to finally run Claude down.
In the outside of Paradise they drove him to the ground.
Convicted up in Idaho manslaughter by
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude break free.

There's two sides two this story, 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 out in the sage tonight he may be the last outlaw.
Aye, aye, aye.

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