Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

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

He was born out in Virginia, left home when was through;
In the of Nevada he became 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.

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

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

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

Its hard to say what happend next, perhaps never know,
were gonna take 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 walked on over;there was a gun Bill Pogue's hand.
It was to say who drawn his first, but Claude had made his stand.
Claude said "I am justified Jim, were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang some
When he's livin' far from town."

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

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

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