Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

Now in old Wyoming many long years ago
When there was no law and round to regulate the show
Those old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on hands
Trying to keep the cow thieves and the off their land
Now old Tom Horn a riding up one day
lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own peculiar way
Well he took his out and cleaned it up right well
he rode 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 no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler when Tom was in the hill

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

Then one day young Nickle was out a ridin' around
A 44-40 shot rang out and the poor boy down
Well it was fourteen years since that 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 of fresh snipped rope
But his ghost still hangs out in the hills and spooks the
Now all the rustlers hatred and all the cattlemen's
Have keep all Tom Horn alive through all the changing
Old Tom with a rifle...