Luyện nghe bài hát The Legend of Wooley Swamp

If you ever go back into Swamp son you better not go at night
There's out there in the middle of them woods
That'd a strong man die from fright
There's things that and things that fly
And things that creep on the ground
And say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around

But I couldn't believe it, I just had to out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to else
No I couldn't believe it, I had to find out for myself
That there's things in this world you just can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the woods
And he never did do a lot of in the world
But he did do no good
People think too much of him
all thought 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
But on certain nights if the moon was
dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his
And run his through it
Old Lucias Clay was a old man
And all there ever was to it

But I believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody
No I couldn't believe it, I had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just explain

The Crayton boys white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real and sneaky as a cat
And when they'd speak
One night the oldest brother ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll get old money and we'll pitch him to the alligators
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his
And thirteen rusty jars he just dug up out of the sand
And they all crazy and they beat the old man
Then picked him up off the ground
Then they him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
Till the black sucked him down
Then turned around and went back to the shack
And they up the money and ran
But hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
They were in quicksand
And they and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just they were gone
They could hear old man laughing
In a that was loud and strong

Now that's fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a spot in the in back of that shack
Where the is always wet
And on certain if the moon is right
And down by the dark footpath
You can three young men screaming
And you can hear that old man

If you ever go back Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them
That'd a strong man die from fright
There's things that crawl and that fly
And things that around on the ground
And they say the of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around

But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for
And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody
No I couldn't believe it, I had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't