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.
Life is sweet we on the meat, of the deer and the antelope.
We cut house on the moutain, with the team we hauled 'em down.
Peeled 'em and we 'em up, for a house and bought some ground.
Traded for cattle, and turned 'em out on the range.
The skies were blue and we never knew...How things were change.
Ole powder river, you're and wide, how many men have died...upon
shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, he's take a side.
no middle ground in this Johnson Country War.
Well, the neighbors by yesterday, while I was outside choppin'
wood.
And they filled me in on the local news, none of it sounded good,
Said, they'd been cattle stealin', by some no count outlaw bands.
all been branded 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, County had been dealt
a curse,
Then their came the story the two dry golgia tax.
Ranger Jones and Tisdale both been shot in the back...
Oh, River, you're muddy and you're wide,
How many men have died upon shores.
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta a side.
There's no middle ground in this County War.
last night at supper time, riders stopped by chance.
They said 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.
Well the was in an uproar, an every man saddled up to ride.
Caught the at the TA Ranch, and surrounded all four sides.
We hailed the house bullets and swore we'd make 'em pay.
But the calvery came across the plains, and again saved the day.
Well, marched '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 the only justice, wasn't much to say the least.
Last winter me and mine ate fine on the cattle baron's beef.
Oh River, you're muddy and you're wide.
How men have 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...