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

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

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

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