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.
Life is sweet we lived on the meat, of the and the antelope.
We cut house logs on the moutain, the team we hauled 'em down.
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up, for a house and 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 Johnson War.
Well, the stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppin'
wood.
And they filled me in on the local news, ain't of it sounded good,
Said, they'd been some stealin', by some no count outlaw bands.
We'd all been rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
Well it was us the cattlemen, and the years just made it worse.
First the drought, then the tough winter, Johnson County had dealt
a curse,
Then their came the story the two dry golgia tax.
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale been shot in the back...
Oh, Powder River, muddy and you're wide,
How many men have upon your shores.
When you a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in Johnson County War.
last night at supper time, riders stopped by chance.
They said cattleman and hired guns, just the Kaycee Ranch,
Two men had died mornin', shot down in the snow.
Now the vigilante was marchin' for Buffalo.
Well the county was in an uproar, an every man 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 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 the only justice, wasn't much to say the least.
Last winter me and ate mighty fine on the cattle baron's beef.
Oh Powder River, you're muddy and wide.
How many men have upon your shores.
When you a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson War.
There's no middle in this Johnson County War...