Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang is free.
By the wash 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 broke out of jail.
You think this tale is history from before the West was won,
But the events that describe took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was out in Virginia,left home when school was through;
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.

Then Claude he became a trapper,and he of the bygone days,
And he bobcat logic and their 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 to livin' all alone out many miles from town,
A Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode into check out,
They were seeking and to see what Claude's about.

Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or
Pogue 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 bull-camp they each other down.

Its hard to say happend next,perhaps we'll never know,
They gonna take Claude in to jail,and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire,and when he around
Bill was falling backwards,Conley Elms he fell face 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 said "I am justified Jim,they were cut me down,
And a man's got a right to some meat
When he's this far from town."

It took eighteen men and fifteen to finally run Claude down.
In the sage outside of Paradise drove him to the ground.
Convicted up in Idaho--manslaughter by
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 renegade have graced a songs.
The story is an old one.Conclusion's to draw,
But Claude's out in the tonight he may be the last outlaw.
Aye,aye,aye.

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