Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

But I couldn't it
I just had to out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I never would have listened to else
And I believe it
I had to find out for myself
There's some things in this
You just explain

The old man lived in the Swamp
Way back in Woods
He never did do a lot of harm in the
But he never did do no
People think too much of him
They all thought he acted
The old man care about people anyway
All he about was his money

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

But I believe it
I just had to find out for
And I conceive it
'Cause I would have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I had to find out for myself
There's some things in world
You can't explain

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

They found the old man out in the
a shovel in his hand
Thirteen rusty mason
Was just dug up out of the
And they all went and they beat the old man
And picked him up off of the ground
Threw him in the swamp and there and laughed
As the black water him down

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

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

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

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

There's things in this world
You just can't