Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

for Wyoming, in 1882..A woman, a team, and a wagon.
Gonna make our come true.
in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope.
Life is we lived on the meat, of the deer and the antelope.
We cut house logs on the moutain, with the 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 were blue and we never knew...How things were gonna change.
Ole powder river, muddy and wide, how many men have died...upon
shores.
When you a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in Johnson Country War.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, 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 cattle stealin', by some no count bands.
We'd all been rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
it was us against the cattlemen, and the years just made it worse.
First the drought, then the tough winter, Johnson County had been
a curse,
Then their came the story the two dry golgia tax.
Jones and John Tisdale both been shot in the back...
Oh, Powder River, you're and you're wide,
How many men have upon your shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta a side.
There's no middle ground in Johnson County War.
Then last night at supper time, stopped by chance.
said cattleman and hired guns, just burned the Kaycee Ranch,
Two men had died 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.
the cattlemen at the TA Ranch, and surrounded all four sides.
We hailed the house with bullets and swore make 'em pay.
But the calvery came across the plains, and again saved the day.
Well, they 'em off to Cheyenne, and no one went to jail.
The cattlemen we're all turned loose, and the hired hit the trail.
And I guess the only justice, much to say the least.
Last me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron's beef.
Oh Powder River, muddy 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 in this Johnson County War...