Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

Come gather 'round me and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who broke out of jail.
You might think this tale is history from the West was won,
But the events I'll describe took place 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 always packed a pistol,and he practiced force.

Then Claude he became a trapper,and he dreamed of the days,
And he studied bobcat logic and their wild and silent
In the bloody runs 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 Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens--Pogue and into check Claude out,
were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about.

Now had hung some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two;
claimed they were 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 they stared each other down.

Its hard to say what happend next,perhaps we'll know,
They gonna take Claude in to jail,and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire,and he turned around
Bill Pogue was falling backwards,Conley he fell face down.
Aye,aye,aye.

Jim walked on over;there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who his first,but Claude had made his stand.
Claude said "I am justified Jim,they were cut me down,
And a got a right to hang some meat
When he's livin' 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 by decree--
Thirty years at maximum,but soon would break free.

There's two sides two this story,there may be no or wrong,
The and the renegade have graced a thousand songs.
The is an old one.Conclusion's 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 the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the still is free.
By the Devil's wash and the hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage the wind calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye