Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

Well, if you go back into Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at
There's things out there in the middle of them
That make a strong man die from
Things crawl and things that fly
And things that creep on the ground
And say the ghost of Lucius Clay
Gets up and he around

But I believe it
I just had to out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody
And I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
There's some things in this
You just can't

The old man lived in the Swamp
Way back in Woods
He never did do a lot of harm in the
But he did do no good
People think too much of him
They all thought he funny
The old man didn't care about anyway
All he about was his money

He'd stuff it all in mason jars
And he'd bury it all
And on certain if the moon was right
dig it up out of the ground
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers it
Yeah, Clay was a greedy old man
And all that there was to it

But I couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I never would have to nobody else
And I believe it
I had to find out for myself
There's some things in this
You can't explain

The boys was white trash
They lived over on Creek
were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent they'd speak
One night the brother said
"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp
We'll take old Lucius's
And feed him to the alligators"

found the old man out in the back
With a in his hand
Thirteen mason jars
Was dug up out of the sand
And they all went and they beat the old man
And they him up off of the ground
Threw him in the swamp and stood and laughed
As the black water sucked him

Then they around and went back to the shack
And up the money and ran
They hadn't gone no where they realized
They running in quicksand
And they struggled and they
But they get away and just before they went under
They hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as

And that's been years ago
And you can go by yet
There's a spot in the in the back of that shack
the ground is always wet
And on summer nights, if the moon is
Down by the that dark
You can hear three men screaming
You can one old man laugh.

Well, if you ever go back into Swamp
Well, you better not go at
There's out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die from
that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the
And they say the of Lucius Clay
up and he walks around

But I believe it
I just had to find out for
And I conceive it
I never would have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I had to find out for myself
There's some in this world
You just can't

There's some in this world
You just explain