Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

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

The old man lived in the Swamp
Way in Booger 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 people
All he about was his money

He'd stuff it all in mason jars
And he'd bury it all
And on nights 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 through it
Yeah, Lucius was a greedy old man
And all that there was to it

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

The boys was white trash
lived over on Carver's Creek
They mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd
One night the oldest said
"Y'all me at the Wooley Swamp later
take old Lucius's money
And we'll him to the alligators"

found the old man out in the back
With a shovel in his
Thirteen rusty jars
Was just dug up out of the
And they all went crazy and beat the old man
And they picked him up off of the
him in the swamp and stood there and laughed
As the black sucked him down

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

And that's fifty 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 dark footpath
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 things out there in the of them woods
That make a strong man die fright
Things crawl and things that fly
And things that around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Clay
Gets up and he walks

But I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
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 in this world
You can't explain

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