Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

Now in old Wyoming many long years ago
there was no law and order round to regulate the show
Those old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their
Trying to keep the cow thieves and the off their land
Now old Tom Horn a riding up one day
Gonna lend a hand to the in his own peculiar way
Well he his 44-40 out and cleaned it up right well
Then he rode off down Dry Gulch a sack of rifle shells
Old Tom with a rifle by his side through the hills of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he
But it was God help the rustler Tom Horn was in the hill

If you rode the Larame Valley by day or night
You can be right sure he's you through his rifle sights
He laid out in the bushes and the rustler around
Then he'll the boy with a single shot and chamber one more round
Now the rustlers tried to stop him but they found was no way
He pick them off from a mountain side a half mile away
they ran him down the border but they never touched his hide
He just across to his hide out on the Colorado side
Old Tom Horn a rifle...

Then one day young Nickle was out a ridin' around
A 44-40 rang out and laid the poor boy down
Well it was only fourteen years since little kid was born
And said it looked like the doing's of that lonesome Tom Horn
So the cattlemen went and strung him up with a length of fresh rope
But his still hangs out in the hills and spooks the Antelope
Now all the rustlers hatred and all the fears
keep all Tom Horn alive through all the changing years
Old Tom Horn a rifle...