Luyện nghe bài hát SWAMPLAND

Quicksand, I'm in grip
Quicksand, I'm in it's
A in the mud
saint of the bog
They with boots of blood
With pitchfork and with
And they're chantin' out my
And they got screamin' on a chain

Lucy, love you till the end
They me like a dog
in swamp land

So come my
Come my hunter
Come my county
I cannot run no
I run no more
I run no more
No, I can't, no

Oh, Lucy, you won't see face again
When I you swing and burn
Down in swamp

The trees are in fog
The are veiled in fog
Like so many brides
Hey and now they're all breakin down and
Splashing tears my face
Splashing tears cold my face
And they smell of gasoline, I

Lucy, you a sinner right out of me
And now I'm like a saint
Down in swamp

So my executioner
Come my hunter
Come my county
I run no more
I run no more
I run no more
I run no more
No, I

in swamp land