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 them
That make a strong man die fright
Things crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the
And they say the of Lucius Clay
Gets up and he walks

But I believe it
I had to find out for myself
And I conceive 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 world
You can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooley
Way in Booger Woods
He never did do a lot of harm in the
But he did do no good
People didn't think too 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 down in jars
And he'd bury it all
And on certain if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
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 out for myself
And I couldn't it
I never would have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I just had to find out for
There's things in this world
You just can't

The cable was white trash
They lived over on Carver's
They were mean as a snake and as a cat
And belligerent when speak
One night the oldest said
"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp
We'll old Lucius's money
And we'll him to the alligators"

They found the old man out in the
With a shovel in his
rusty 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 sucked him down

Then they turned and went back to the shack
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 get away and just before they went under
They could hear that old man
In a as loud as thunder

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

Well, if you ever go back into Wooley
Well, you not go at night
There's things out in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die fright
that crawl 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 had to find out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I would have listened to nobody else
And I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
There's things in this world
You can't explain

There's some things in world
You just explain