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 of the big horn mountain slope.
Life is sweet we on the meat, of the deer and the antelope.
We cut house logs on the moutain, the team we hauled 'em down.
'em and we stacked 'em up, for a house and bought some ground.
Traded for some cattle, and 'em out on the range.
The skies were blue and we knew...How things were gonna change.
Ole river, you're muddy and wide, how many men have died...upon
shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Country War.
Well, the neighbors by yesterday, while 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 stealin', by some no count outlaw bands.
We'd all been branded 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 winter, Johnson County had been dealt
a curse,
their came the story about the two dry golgia tax.
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale been shot in the back...
Oh, River, you're muddy and you're wide,
How many men have upon your shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side.
There's no ground in this Johnson County War.
Then night at supper time, riders stopped by chance.
They cattleman and hired guns, just burned the Kaycee Ranch,
Two men had died this mornin', down in the snow.
Now the army was marchin' for Buffalo.
Well the was in an uproar, an every man saddled up to ride.
the cattlemen at the TA Ranch, and surrounded all four sides.
We hailed the house with and swore we'd make 'em pay.
But the calvery came across the plains, and again saved the day.
Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne, and no one 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.
Last winter me and mine ate mighty on the cattle baron's beef.
Oh Powder River, you're muddy and wide.
How many men died upon your shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side.
There's no middle in this Johnson County War.
no middle ground in this Johnson County War...