Luyện nghe bài hát Letter From the County Farm

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

I've given up reading for a time and taken up other
Such as watchin' gum their food and epileptics havin' bad times
More frequently I've been lost in this
And it looks like they're gonna make a out of me
A out of me
But those who are down on me winnin'
knows, they take the game so seriously
But what hurts me more, burts me more than
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 with only part of you
I say I'm only left with of you
And the has been blowin'
And the has been blowin'

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

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