Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

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

He was out in Virginia,left home when school was through;
In the of Nevada he became 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 their wild and silent
In the bloody runs near Paradise, in down south
Trapping cats and coyotes,living to mouth.
Aye,aye,aye.

Then took to livin' 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 check Claude out,
They were seeking violations and to see what about.

Now had hung some venison,he had a bobcat pelt 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 howled throught the bull-camp they stared each other down.

Its hard to say happend next,perhaps we'll never know,
They gonna take Claude in to jail,and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire,and he turned around
Bill Pogue was 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 to say who drawn his first,but Claude had made his stand.
Claude "I am justified Jim,they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a to hang some meat
When he's livin' this far town."

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

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