Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the Spanish once had called the Mystery,
rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind 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 before the was won,
But the events I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one.

He was born out in Virginia,left home school was through;
In the deserts of Nevada he a buckaroo,
And he learned the ways of cattle,and he to sit a horse,
And he always 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 runs 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 and Elms--rode into check Claude out,
were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about.

Now had hung 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 what next,perhaps we'll never know,
They were gonna take Claude in to jail,and he vowed he'd 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 walked on over;there was a gun near Bill hand.
It was to say who drawn 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 to hang some meat
he's livin' this far from town."

It took men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down.
In the sage outside of they drove him to the ground.
up in Idaho--manslaughter 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 have 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 Spanish 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 wind out his name.
Aye,aye,aye