Luyện nghe bài hát Claude Dallas

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

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

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

Then Claude he became a trapper,and he of the bygone days,
And he bobcat logic and their wild 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 Elms--rode into check out,
were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about.

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

Its hard to say what next,perhaps we'll 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 walked 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.
Claude said "I am justified Jim,they gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a to hang some meat
When he's livin' far from town."

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

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

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