Luyện nghe bài hát Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

But I couldn't it
I just had to out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I would have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I just had to find out for
some things 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 thought he funny
The old man didn't care people anyway
All he about was his money

He'd stuff it all down in jars
And bury it all around
And on nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his through it
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a old man
And all that there was to it

But I couldn't 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 had to find out for myself
There's some things in this
You just explain

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

found the old man out in the back
With a shovel in his
Thirteen rusty mason
Was just dug up out of the
And they all went crazy and beat the old man
And they picked him up off of the
him in the swamp and stood 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 realized
They running in quicksand
And struggled and they screamed
But they couldn't get away and just before they under
They could that old man laughing
In a as loud as thunder

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

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

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

There's some in this world
You just explain