Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

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

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

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