Luyện nghe bài hát The Legend Of Wooly Swamp

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

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

The old man lived in the Wooley
Way in Booger Woods
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 thought he funny
The old man didn't care about anyway
All he cared was his money

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

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

The cable boys was trash
They over on Carver's Creek
They were as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when speak
One night the oldest brother
"Y'all meet me at the Wooley later
take old Lucius's money
And we'll him to the alligators"

found the old man out in the back
With a in his hand
rusty mason jars
Was dug up out of the sand
And all went crazy and they beat the old man
And they him up off of the ground
Threw him in the swamp and stood there and
As the black sucked him down

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

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

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

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

some things in this world
You just can't