Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just out of jail.
You might think this is history from 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 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 deadly force.

Then Claude he a trapper,and he dreamed of the bygone days,
And he studied bobcat and their wild and silent ways
In the runs near Paradise, in monitors down south
Trapping 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 stayed to around.
That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode check Claude out,
They seeking violations and to see what Claude's about.

Now Claude had some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two;
Pogue 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 they stared each other down.

Its hard to say happend next,perhaps we'll never know,
They were take Claude 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 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 man's got a right to hang meat
When livin' this far from town."

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

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