Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

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

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
didn't think too much of him
They all he acted funny
The old man didn't care people anyway
All he about was his money

stuff it all down in mason jars
And bury it all around
And on certain if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the
He'd pour it all out on the of his shack
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 conceive it
'Cause I never would listened to nobody else
And I couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
some things in this world
You can't explain

The boys was white trash
They lived over on Carver's
They were as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd
One the oldest brother said
"Y'all meet me at the Swamp later
take old Lucius's money
And we'll him to the alligators"

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

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

And that's been years ago
And you can go by yet
There's a spot in the yard in the back of that
the ground is always wet
And on nights, if the moon is right
by the that dark footpath
You can three young 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 man die from fright
Things that and things that fly
And things that creep around on the
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 have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I had to find out for myself
There's things in this world
You can't explain

There's things in this world
You just explain