Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just out of jail.
You might think 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 he became a buckaroo,
And he the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse,
And he always packed a pistol, and he practiced force.

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

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

Now Claude had hung some venison, he had a bobcat or two;
Pogue they 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, we'll never know,
were gonna take Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens the gunfire, and when he turned around
Bill Pogue was falling backwards, Elms he fell face 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 "I am justified Jim, they were gonna cut me down,
And a got a right to hang some meat
When livin' this far from town."

It took eighteen men and fifteen months to 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.

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

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