Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

Come gather me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude who just broke out of jail.
You might think this tale is 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 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 packed a pistol,and he practiced deadly force.

Claude he became a trapper,and he dreamed of the bygone days,
And he studied bobcat logic and wild and silent ways
In the bloody near Paradise, in monitors down south
cats and coyotes,living hand to mouth.
Aye,aye,aye.

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

Now Claude had some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two;
Pogue claimed they were out of season,he "Dallas,you're all thru."
But Dallas would not his camp.He refused to go to town.
As the wind howled the bull-camp they stared each other down.

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

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who his first,but Claude had made his stand.
Claude said "I am justified Jim,they gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang meat
he's livin' this far from town."

It took eighteen men and fifteen to finally run Claude down.
In the sage outside of Paradise they him to the ground.
up in Idaho--manslaughter by decree--
Thirty years at maximum,but soon Claude break free.

There's two two this story,there may be no right or wrong,
The lawman and the have graced a thousand 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 land the Spanish had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye