Luyện nghe bài hát Old Tom Hom

Now back in old Wyoming many years ago
there was no law and order round to regulate the show
Those old Wyoming ranchers had a problem on hands
Trying to keep the cow thieves and the rustlers off their
Now old Tom came a riding up one day
Gonna lend a hand to the cattlemen in his own 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 a rifle 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 rustler when Tom was in the hill

If you the Larame Valley by either day or night
You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle
He laid out in the bushes and the come around
Then 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 pick them off from a mountain side a half mile away
Well they ran him down the border but never touched his hide
He just slipped across to his hide out on the side
Old Tom Horn a rifle...

Then one day young Willie was out a ridin' around
A 44-40 shot out and laid the poor boy down
Well it was only fourteen years since 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 the Antelope
Now all the rustlers hatred and all the fears
Have keep all Tom Horn alive through all the years
Old Tom with a rifle...