Luyện nghe bài hát Letter From the County Farm

Letter from the county farm, letter the county farm
And the wind it has been
Its blowin' so strong
They're afraid to raise the flag 'less it torn to shreds
But God forbid the wind ever stop blowin'
But if it did
I'm sure all fall down
But sometimes it isn't
last February
I it snowed
and a later it hailed
And now it looks raining
Now it looks raining
I'm convinced what makes the rain and hail so heavy over here
is that the sherrif has been messing out minds.
handin' out questionnaries to the pris'ners who are
to the pris'ners who are
Let me tell you one thing new at the county
got muzak in the fields
which makes this life of mine a little unreal
a little more
But I wish they'd kill the sounds, I wish kill the sounds
You don't knowwhat it's to hear Debussy in a California prison field
And I
I love to sing I'm workin'
I love to sing I'm workin'
And the has been blowin'
And the wind has been

I've given up reading for a time and up other pastimes
Such as watchin' winos gum food and epileptics havin' bad times
frequently I've been lost in this game
And it looks like they're gonna a crim'nal out of me
A out of me
But those guys who are down on me
knows, they take the game so seriously
But what hurts me more, burts me more anything
Is when I get mail
When I get mail, they've cut you
They've cut out the and the words that have feeling
So I'm left with part of you
I say I'm only left part of you
And the wind has blowin'
And the wind has blowin'

Oh, your guitar, baby
Play guitar, baby,
Get me off this farm, baby, me away...

And apart from all this crap there is some and quiet
Except for the grumbling and mumbling and calling me a long hair
I wouldn't mind, but they cut my hair quite some ago
They cut it off when I came here
Which tells me Indo-China is really here behind this
And it soon be dying engulfed in their own fire, in their own fire
In fact, tell me that a boy like me shouldn't think like that
But this is and everybody accepts that.
Lord knows, they all accept it, and everybody knows thatt ain't its at
So care, pray for rain and maybe I'll see you
hours next week
And when the screw, when the screw no touching,
knows, I'll turn the other cheek.