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 ranchers had a problem on their hands
Trying to the cow thieves and the rustlers off their land
Now old Tom came a riding up one day
lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way
Well he took his 44-40 out and cleaned it up well
he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
Old Tom Horn a rifle by his side through the hills of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the

If you the Larame Valley by either day or night
You can be right he's watchin' you through his rifle sights
He out in the bushes and the rustler come around
Then he'll spill the boy with a shot and chamber one more round
Now the rustlers tried to stop him but found there was no way
He could pick off from a mountain side a half mile away
Well they ran him down the border but they touched his hide
He just across to his hide out on the Colorado side
Old Tom with a rifle...

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