Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the Spanish once had called the Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang is free.
By the Devil's 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 tell
Of the fugitive Claude who just broke out of jail.
You might think this tale is history from before the was won,
But the that I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was out in Virginia,left home when school 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 a pistol,and he practiced deadly force.

Claude 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 monitors south
cats and coyotes,living 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 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 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 would 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 never know,
They were gonna take Claude in to jail,and he vowed he'd go.
Jim heard the gunfire,and when he turned around
Bill Pogue was falling backwards,Conley Elms he fell down.
Aye,aye,aye.

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

It took eighteen men and fifteen to finally run Claude down.
In the sage of Paradise they drove him to the ground.
up in Idaho--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 have 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,
rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash and the hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye