Luyện nghe bài hát The Legend of Wooley Swamp

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you not go at night
There's things out in the middle of them woods
That'd 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 ghost of Lucias Clay 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 it, I just had to find 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 did do no good
didn't think too much of him
They all he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people
All he cared was his money
He'd stuff it all in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on nights if the moon was right
dig it up out of the ground
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers it
Old Lucias Clay was a old man
And all there ever was to it

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

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

Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by again
There's a in the yard 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 hear three young men
And you can hear old man laugh

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 things that crawl and things fly
And things that around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias gets up and it walks around

But I couldn't believe it, I just had to 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 world you can't explain