Luyện nghe bài hát The Legend Of Wooly Swamp

Well, if you ever go into Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at
There's things out in the middle of them woods
That a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl and that fly
And things creep around on the ground
And they say the of Lucius Clay
up and he walks around

But I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
And I conceive it
'Cause I never would have listened to else
And I couldn't it
I just had to out for myself
some things in this world
You can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooley
Way in Booger Woods
He never did do a lot of in the world
But he did do no good
didn't think too much of him
They all he acted funny
The old man didn't care people anyway
All he about was his money

He'd it all down in mason jars
And he'd it all around
And on certain nights if the moon was
He'd dig it up out of the
pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his through it
Yeah, Lucius was a greedy old man
And all that there was to it

But I believe it
I had to find out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody
And I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
There's things in this world
You can't explain

The cable was white trash
They over on Carver's Creek
They were as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And when they'd speak
One night the oldest said
"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp
We'll take old Lucius's
And feed him to the alligators"

They the old man out in the back
With a in his hand
Thirteen mason jars
Was just dug up out of the
And they all crazy and they beat the old man
And picked him up off of the ground
Threw him in the swamp and stood there and
As the water sucked him down

Then turned around and went back to the shack
And up the money and ran
They hadn't gone no where they realized
They were in quicksand
And they struggled and they
But they get away and just before they went under
could hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as

And that's been fifty ago
And you can go by yet
There's a in the yard in the back of that shack
Where the is always wet
And on summer nights, if the is right
Down by the dark footpath
You can three young men screaming
You can one old man laugh.

Well, if you go back into Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at
There's things out there in the middle of them
That a strong man die from fright
that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep on the ground
And they say the ghost of Clay
Gets up and he walks

But I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
And I couldn't it
I never would have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I just had to find out for
There's some things in world
You just can't

There's some in this world
You just explain