Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

Now in old Wyoming many long years ago
When there was no law and order to regulate the show
Those old Wyoming had a problem on their hands
Trying to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their
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 off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
Old Tom Horn with a by his side through the hills of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many thieves he killed
But it was God help the when Tom Horn was in the hill

If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or
You can be right sure he's watchin' you his rifle sights
He laid out in the bushes and the rustler around
Then he'll spill the boy with a single shot and 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
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 with a rifle...

one day young Willie Nickle was out a ridin' around
A 44-40 shot rang out and laid the boy down
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 and all the cattlemen's fears
Have keep all Tom Horn alive through all the changing
Old Tom Horn a rifle...