Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

for Wyoming, in 1882..A woman, a team, and a wagon.
Gonna our dreams come true.
Settled in the foothills of the big mountain slope.
Life is sweet we lived on the meat, of the and the antelope.
We cut logs on the moutain, with the team we hauled 'em down.
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up, for a and bought some ground.
for some cattle, and turned 'em out on the range.
The skies were blue and we never knew...How things gonna change.
Ole river, you're 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 Country War.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, I was outside choppin'
wood.
And filled me in on the local news, ain't none of it sounded good,
Said, they'd been some cattle stealin', by some no outlaw bands.
We'd all been rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
Well it was us against the cattlemen, and the years just it worse.
First the drought, then the tough winter, County had been dealt
a curse,
Then their came the story the two dry golgia tax.
Ranger and John Tisdale both been shot in the back...
Oh, Powder River, you're muddy and wide,
How many men have died upon shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta a side.
There's no middle in this Johnson County War.
Then last night at supper time, riders by chance.
They cattleman and hired guns, just burned the Kaycee Ranch,
Two men had this mornin', shot down in the snow.
Now the vigilante army was for Buffalo.
Well the county was in an uproar, an man saddled up to ride.
Caught the cattlemen at the TA Ranch, and all four sides.
We the house with bullets and swore we'd make 'em pay.
But the calvery across the plains, and once again saved the day.
Well, marched 'em off to Cheyenne, and no one went to jail.
The we're all turned loose, and the hired guns hit the trail.
And I guess the only justice, much to say the least.
Last winter me and mine ate mighty on the cattle baron's beef.
Oh Powder River, you're and you're wide.
How many men have upon your shores.
When you a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side.
no middle ground in this Johnson County War.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson War...