Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

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 couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
There's some in this world
You just can't

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

He'd stuff it all down in jars
And he'd it all around
And on certain nights if the moon was
dig it up out of the ground
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers it
Yeah, Lucius was a greedy old man
And all that there was to it

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

The cable 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 brother said
"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp
We'll old Lucius's money
And we'll him to the alligators"

They the old man out in the back
With a in his hand
Thirteen mason jars
Was dug up out of the sand
And they all went and they beat the old man
And picked him up off of the ground
him in the swamp and stood there and laughed
As the water sucked him down

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

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

Well, if you ever go back Wooley Swamp
Well, you not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them
That make a strong man die from
Things that crawl and that fly
And things that creep around on the
And they say the ghost of 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 have listened to nobody
And I couldn't it
I just had to out for myself
There's some things in this
You just explain

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