Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

Well, if you ever go back Wooley Swamp
Well, you not go at night
There's 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 around

But I couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I never would 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 in the Wooley Swamp
Way back in Booger
He did do a lot of harm in the world
But he did do no good
didn't think too much of him
They all he acted funny
The old man care about people anyway
All he about was his money

stuff it all down in mason jars
And bury it all around
And on certain nights if the moon was
He'd dig it up out of the
He'd pour it all out on the of his shack
And run his fingers it
Yeah, Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all that 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 just had to out for myself
There's some things in world
You just can't

The cable boys was white
They lived over on Creek
They were mean as a snake and as a cat
And belligerent they'd speak
One night the oldest said
"Y'all meet me at the Swamp later
We'll take old money
And we'll him to the alligators"

They found the old man out in the
a shovel in his hand
Thirteen rusty jars
Was dug up out of the sand
And they all went and they beat the old man
And they picked him up off of the
Threw him in the swamp and stood and laughed
As the black water sucked him

Then they turned around and went to the shack
And picked up the and ran
They hadn't gone no where when they
They were in quicksand
And struggled and they screamed
But they couldn't get away and just before they under
They hear that old man laughing
In a as loud as thunder

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

Well, if you ever go 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 that crawl and that fly
And things creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Clay
Gets up and he around

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

There's some things in this
You just explain