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 in the middle of them woods
That a strong man die from fright
Things that and things that fly
And things that creep 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 would 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

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

He'd stuff it all down in 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 floor of his
And run his through it
Yeah, Lucius was a greedy old man
And that's all there was to it

But I believe it
I just had to out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I never would have listened to else
And I couldn't it
I just had to out for myself
some things in this world
You just explain

The cable was white trash
They over on Carver's Creek
They were as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd
One night the oldest brother
"Y'all meet me at the Swamp later
We'll take old 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 dug up out of the sand
And they all crazy and they beat the old man
And picked him up off of the ground
Threw him in the swamp and there and laughed
As the black sucked him down

they turned around and went back to the shack
And picked up the and ran
They gone no where when they realized
They were running in
And they struggled and they
But couldn't get away and just before they went under
They could that old man laughing
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 of that shack
Where the 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 Wooley
Well, you better not go at
There's things out 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 Lucius
Gets up and he walks

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

some things in this world
You just explain