Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

But I believe it
I just had to find out for
And I conceive it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody
And I couldn't it
I just had to out for myself
There's some in this world
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 did do no good
People think too much of him
They all he acted funny
The old man didn't about people anyway
All he cared about was his

He'd stuff it all down in mason
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, Lucius Clay was a old man
And all that there was to it

But I believe it
I just had to find out for
And I conceive it
'Cause I never have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I just had to find out for
some things in this world
You just explain

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

They found the old man out in the
a shovel in his hand
Thirteen mason jars
Was just dug up out of the
And they all went crazy and 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 him down

Then they turned around and back to the shack
And picked up the and ran
hadn't gone no where when they realized
They were running in
And they struggled and screamed
But they couldn't get away and just before they under
They could that old man laughing
In a voice as as thunder

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

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

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

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