Luyện nghe bài hát SWAMPLAND

Quicksand, I'm in grip
Quicksand, I'm in grip
A in the mud
Patron of the bog
They come with of blood
With and with club
And they're out my name
And they got doggies on a chain

Lucy, I'll love you the end
They hunt me a dog
Down in land

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

Oh, Lucy, you won't see this again
When I caught you swing and
Down in land

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

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

So come my
Come my hunter
Come my killers
I cannot run no
I run no more
I cannot run no
I cannot run no
No, I

Down in land