Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

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

If you the Larame Valley by either day or night
You can be right sure watchin' 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 found was no way
He could pick them off from a mountain side a mile away
they 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 Willie was out a ridin' around
A 44-40 shot rang out and laid the poor boy
it was only fourteen years since that little kid was born
And they said it looked like the doing's of that lonesome Tom
So the cattlemen went and strung him up a length of fresh snipped rope
But his ghost hangs out in the hills 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...