Luyện nghe bài hát A Week in a Country Jail

One time I spent a week inside a little country
And I don't guess ever live it down
I was sittin' at a red light when two men came and got me
And said I was speeding through their town

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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