Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and the mustang still 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 Dallas who broke out of jail.
You might think this tale is history from before the was won,
But the events that I'll describe took place in eighty-one.

He was out in Virginia,left home when school was through;
In the deserts of he became a buckaroo,
And he learned the 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 ways
In the bloody runs near Paradise, in monitors south
Trapping and coyotes,living hand to mouth.
Aye,aye,aye.

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

Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a pelt or two;
claimed they 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 we'll know,
They were gonna take Claude in to jail,and he he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire,and when he turned
Bill was falling backwards,Conley Elms he fell face down.
Aye,aye,aye.

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Bill hand.
It was to say who drawn his first,but Claude 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
he's livin' this far from town."

It eighteen men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down.
In the outside of Paradise they drove him to the ground.
up in Idaho--manslaughter 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 lawman and the renegade graced a thousand songs.
The is an old one.Conclusion's hard 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 disappear the still is free.
By the wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye