Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

Now in old Wyoming many long years ago
When there was no law and order round to the show
Those old ranchers had a problem on their hands
Trying to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off land
Now old Tom came a riding up one day
Gonna a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way
Well he took his 44-40 out and cleaned it up right
Then he off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side through the hills of he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many thieves he killed
But it was God the rustler when 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 out in the bushes and the rustler come around
Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and chamber one more
Now the rustlers tried to stop him but they there was no way
He could pick them off from a mountain side a half away
Well they ran him down the border but they never his hide
He just slipped across to his hide out on the side
Old Tom Horn a rifle...

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