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 wash and coyote in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind out his name.
Aye,aye,aye.

Come gather me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail.
You think this tale is history from before the West was won,
But the events that I'll describe took place in eighty-one.

He was born out in Virginia,left home school was through;
In the of Nevada he became a buckaroo,
And he the ways 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 logic and their wild and silent ways
In the bloody runs Paradise, in monitors down south
Trapping and coyotes,living hand to mouth.
Aye,aye,aye.

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

Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a 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 each down.

Its hard to say what next,perhaps we'll never know,
were 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 Elms he face down.
Aye,aye,aye.

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun 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 gonna cut me down,
And a got a right to hang some meat
When he's livin' this far town."

It took men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down.
In the sage of Paradise they drove him to the ground.
Convicted up in by decree--
Thirty years at maximum,but Claude would break free.

There's two two this 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 mustang is free.
By the Devil's and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage the wind calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye