Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

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

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

He'd stuff it all in mason jars
And bury it all around
And on certain nights if the was right
dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the 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 just had to out for myself
And I conceive 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 just explain

The cable boys was white
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 meet me at the Swamp later
We'll old Lucius's money
And we'll him to the alligators"

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

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 struggled and they screamed
But they couldn't get away and before they went under
They hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as

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

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

But I believe it
I just had to out for myself
And I conceive it
'Cause I never 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 things in world
You just explain