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 and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye, aye, aye.

Come 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just 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 school was
In the deserts of Nevada he a buckaroo,
And he the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse,
And he packed a pistol, and he practiced deadly force.

Claude he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days,
And he studied bobcat and their wild and silent ways
In the bloody near Paradise, in monitors down 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 supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms rode into Claude out,
They were violations and to see what Claude's about.

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

Its hard to say what next, perhaps we'll never know,
They were gonna take in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned
Bill Pogue was 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 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
When livin' this far from town."

It took men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down.
In the sage outside of Paradise 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 this story, may be no right or wrong,
The and the renegade have graced a thousand songs.
The story is an old one. Conclusion's to draw,
But Claude's out in the sage tonight he may be the outlaw.
Aye, aye, aye.

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