Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the still is free.
By the wash and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
in the sage tonight the wind 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 might think this tale is history from the West was won,
But the events that I'll took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was born out in Virginia,left home when school was
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.

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 runs near Paradise, in down south
Trapping cats and coyotes,living to mouth.
Aye,aye,aye.

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

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

Its to say what happend 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 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 Bill Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who his first,but Claude had made his stand.
Claude said "I am Jim,they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang meat
When he's this far from town."

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

two sides two this story,there may be no right or wrong,
The lawman and the renegade graced a thousand 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,
Where run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash and the hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye