Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

In a land the Spanish had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the still is free.
By the Devil's wash and hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage the wind calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye.

gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Dallas who just broke out of jail.
You might think tale is history from before the West was won,
But the events that I'll describe took place in eighty-one.

He was born out in Virginia,left home when school was
In the deserts of he became a buckaroo,
And he learned the ways of cattle,and he to sit a horse,
And he packed a pistol,and he practiced deadly force.

Then Claude he a trapper,and he dreamed of the bygone days,
And he studied bobcat logic and their and silent ways
In the bloody near Paradise, in monitors down south
Trapping cats and coyotes,living to mouth.
Aye,aye,aye.

Then Claude took to livin' all alone out miles from town,
A friend--Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he to hang around.
That day two wardens--Pogue and into check Claude out,
They were violations and to see what Claude's about.

Now Claude had hung venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two;
Pogue they were out of season,he said "Dallas,you're all thru."
But Dallas would not leave his camp.He to go to town.
As the wind howled throught the bull-camp they stared each down.

Its hard to say what happend next,perhaps never know,
They gonna take Claude in to jail,and he vowed he'd never go.
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire,and when he turned
Bill Pogue was backwards,Conley Elms he fell face down.
Aye,aye,aye.

Jim stevens on over;there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand.
It was to say who drawn his first,but Claude had made his stand.
said "I am justified Jim,they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang meat
When livin' this far from town."

It took eighteen men and fifteen to finally run Claude down.
In the sage of Paradise they drove him to the ground.
up in Idaho--manslaughter by decree--
Thirty years at maximum,but Claude would break free.

There's two sides two this story,there may be no or wrong,
The and the renegade have graced a thousand songs.
The is an old one.Conclusion's hard to draw,
But Claude's out in the sage he may be the last outlaw.
Aye,aye,aye.

In a land the Spanish once had the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the still is free.
By the Devil's wash and the hole in the wild Owyhee Range
in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name.
Aye,aye,aye