Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

for Wyoming, in 1882..A woman, a team, and a wagon.
Gonna make our come true.
Settled in the foothills of the big mountain slope.
is sweet we lived on the meat, of the deer and the antelope.
We cut house on the moutain, with the team we hauled 'em down.
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up, for a house and bought ground.
for some cattle, and turned 'em out on the range.
The skies were blue and we never knew...How things were change.
Ole powder river, muddy and wide, how many men have died...upon
shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, he's take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson War.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was choppin'
wood.
And they filled me in on the local news, ain't of it sounded good,
Said, been some cattle stealin', by some no count outlaw bands.
We'd all been rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
Well it was us against the cattlemen, and the just made it worse.
First the drought, then the tough winter, Johnson County had dealt
a curse,
their came the story about the two dry golgia tax.
Ranger Jones and Tisdale both been shot in the back...
Oh, River, you're muddy and you're wide,
How men have died upon your shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side.
There's no middle in this Johnson County War.
Then last night at time, riders stopped by chance.
They cattleman and hired guns, just burned the Kaycee Ranch,
Two men had this mornin', shot down in the snow.
Now the army was marchin' for Buffalo.
Well the was in an uproar, an every man saddled up to ride.
Caught the at the TA Ranch, and surrounded all four sides.
We the house with bullets and swore we'd make 'em pay.
But the calvery came across the plains, and once saved the day.
Well, marched 'em off to Cheyenne, and no one went to jail.
The cattlemen we're all turned loose, and the guns hit the trail.
And I the only justice, wasn't much to say the least.
winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron's beef.
Oh River, you're muddy and you're wide.
How many men died upon your shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, he's take a side.
There's no middle in this Johnson County War.
no middle ground in this Johnson County War...