Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

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

He was born out in Virginia,left when school was through;
In the deserts of he became a buckaroo,
And he learned the of cattle,and he learned to sit a horse,
And he packed a pistol,and he practiced deadly force.

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

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

Now had hung 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 leave his camp.He to go to town.
As the wind howled throught the bull-camp they each other down.

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

Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Bill 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 man's got a right to hang meat
When he's this far from town."

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

There's two 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 Claude's out in the sage tonight he may be the outlaw.
Aye,aye,aye.

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