Luyện nghe bài hát A Week in a Country Jail

One time I spent a inside a little country jail
And I don't guess I'll ever live it
I was sittin' at a red light when these two men and got me
And said that I was speeding through town

Well, they said,"Tomorrow you can see the judge then go"
let me call one person on the phone
I thought I'd be there overnight so I called my boss
To tell him I'd be off but not for

Well, they motioned me inside a cell with other guys
One barred up window in the rear
My cellmates said if they had let me bring some in
We ought to send the for some beer

Well, I had to pay him 'cause he was the man in charge
And the jailer's job was not the in town
Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and
The first day I was there I turned it

Well, next morning they let us sleep but I was up real early
Wonderin' I'd get my release
on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy
And by now I quite so hard to please

Two later when I thought that I had been forgotten
The came in chewin' on a straw
He said, "Where is the guy who thinks this is Indianapolis?
I'd like to to him about the law"

Well, I told him who I was and told him I was steady
And I really should be on my way
That about me bein' who I was did not impress him
He said, "The judge'll be any day"

The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was
But she that hot bologna every day
And after seven days she got to so much better
I asked her if she'd like to run

The next mornin' that old judge took every nickel I had
And he said, "Son, let teach you not to race"
The jailer's wife was smilin' the window as I left
In minutes I was out of state