Luyện nghe bài hát The Legend of Wooley Swamp

If you ever go into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from
There's that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep 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 to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for
That there's some things in this 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 harm in the
But he never did do no
didn't think too much of him
They all thought he funny
The old man care about people anyway
All he cared was his money
stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the
He'd pour it all out on the of his shack
And run his through it
Old Lucias was a greedy old man
And all there ever was to it

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

The Crayton boys were white trash they over on Parvis Creek
They a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when speak
One the oldest brother said 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 Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand
And they all went crazy and beat the old man
Then they him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and
Till the black water sucked him
Then they turned around and back to the shack
And they picked up the and ran
But they hadn't gone nowhere when realized
They were running in
And they struggled and screamed but couldn't get away
Then just they were gone
They could hear that old man
In a voice that was and strong

Now been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is wet
And on certain if the moon is right
And you're by the dark footpath
You can hear 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 in the middle of them woods
That'd make a man die from fright
There's that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks

But I couldn't believe it, I 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 find out for
That there's some things in world you just can't explain