Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

Now back in old many long years ago
When there was no law and order round to the show
old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on their hands
Trying to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off 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 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 of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help the rustler 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 laid out in the and the rustler come around
Then he'll spill the boy a single shot and chamber one more round
Now the rustlers tried to stop him but they there was no way
He could pick them off from a mountain side a mile away
Well they ran him the border but they never touched his hide
He just slipped to his hide out on the Colorado side
Old Tom Horn a rifle...

Then one day young Willie Nickle was out a ridin'
A 44-40 shot rang out and laid the boy down
Well it was only years since that little kid was born
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 rustlers hatred and all the fears
Have keep all Tom Horn alive all the changing years
Old Tom Horn a rifle...