Luyện nghe bài hát The Legend of Wooley Swamp

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

But I believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, I would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to out for myself
That there's some in this world you just can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the
But he never did do no
didn't think too much of him
They all thought he funny
The old man didn't about people anyway
All he cared was his money
He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all
But on certain nights if the was right
dig it up out of the ground
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his through it
Old Lucias Clay was a old man
And that's all ever was to it

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

The Crayton boys were white trash they over on Parvis Creek
They were a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when speak
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly later
We'll get old Lucias' money and pitch him to the alligators
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his
And thirteen rusty Mason 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 threw him in the swamp and they there and laughed
Till the black water him down
Then turned around and went back to the shack
And picked up the money and ran
But hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
were running in quicksand
And they and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before were gone
could hear that old man laughing
In a voice was loud and strong

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

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you not go at night
things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd a strong man die from fright
There's that crawl and things that fly
And things that around on the ground
And they say the ghost of 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 nobody
No I couldn't believe it, I had to find out for myself
That there's some in this world you just can't explain