Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the Spanish once had 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 gather me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude who just broke out of jail.
You might think this is history from before the West was won,
But the events that I'll 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 packed a pistol,and he practiced 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 near Paradise, in monitors south
Trapping cats and coyotes,living to mouth.
Aye,aye,aye.

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

Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a bobcat or two;
Pogue claimed 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 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 never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire,and when he around
Bill Pogue was falling backwards,Conley Elms he face down.
Aye,aye,aye.

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who drawn his first,but 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
he's livin' 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.
Convicted up in by decree--
Thirty years at maximum,but soon Claude would free.

There's two sides two story,there may be no right or wrong,
The lawman and the renegade have a thousand songs.
The is an old one.Conclusion's hard to draw,
But Claude's out in the sage he may be the last outlaw.
Aye,aye,aye.

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