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 horn slope.
is sweet we lived on the meat, of the deer and the antelope.
We cut house logs on the moutain, with the team we 'em down.
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up, for a and bought some ground.
Traded for some cattle, and 'em out on the range.
The skies were blue and we never knew...How things were change.
Ole powder river, you're muddy and wide, how many men died...upon
shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta a side.
There's no middle ground in this Country War.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, I was outside choppin'
wood.
And they me in on the local news, ain't none of it sounded good,
Said, they'd been some cattle stealin', by some no count bands.
We'd all been rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
Well it was us against the cattlemen, and the years made it worse.
First the drought, then the tough winter, Johnson had been dealt
a curse,
Then came the story about the two dry golgia tax.
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale been shot in the back...
Oh, Powder River, you're muddy and wide,
How men have died upon your shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in Johnson County War.
Then night at supper time, riders stopped by chance.
said cattleman and hired guns, just burned the Kaycee Ranch,
Two men had died this mornin', down in the snow.
Now the vigilante was marchin' for Buffalo.
the county was in an uproar, an every man saddled up to ride.
Caught the cattlemen at the TA Ranch, and surrounded all sides.
We hailed the house with bullets and we'd make 'em pay.
But the came across the plains, and once again saved the day.
Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne, and no one to jail.
The cattlemen we're all loose, and the hired 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 Powder River, you're and you're wide.
How many men have died upon shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side.
no middle ground in this Johnson County War.
There's no middle ground in this County War...