Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind 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 think this tale is history from before the was won,
But the events I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was out in Virginia, left home 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 deadly force.

Claude 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 down south
cats 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 and he stayed to hang around.
day two wardens Pogue and Elms rode into check Claude out,
They were violations and to see what Claude's about.

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

Its hard to say what happend next, perhaps we'll know,
They were gonna take Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he around
Bill was falling backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down.
Aye, aye, aye.

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Pogue's hand.
It was to say who drawn his first, but Claude had made his stand.
said "I am justified Jim, they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to some meat
When livin' this far from town."

It took men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down.
In the sage outside of they drove him to the ground.
Convicted up in 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 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 rivers run and disappear the still is free.
By the Devil's wash and the coyote in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the tonight the wind calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye