Luyện nghe bài hát Letter From the County Farm

Letter from the county farm, from the county farm
And the wind it has blowin'
Its been so strong
afraid to raise the flag 'less it gets torn to shreds
But God the wind should ever stop blowin'
But if it did
I'm we'd all fall down
But it isn't windy
Like February
I remember it
and a week it hailed
And now it like raining
Now it looks raining
I'm convinced that what makes the rain and hail so heavy here
is the sherrif has been messing with out minds.
handin' out questionnaries to the who are blind
to the pris'ners who are
Let me tell you one thing new at the county
got muzak in the fields
which this life of mine a little more unreal
a little more
But I wish they'd kill the sounds, I wish they'd kill the
You don't it's like to hear Debussy in a California prison field
And I
I love to sing while I'm
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 lost in game
And it like they're gonna make a crim'nal out of me
A out of me
But those guys who are on me winnin'
Lord knows, they the game so seriously
But hurts me more, burts me more than anything
Is I get your 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 only of you
I say I'm only left with of you
And the has been blowin'
And the wind has blowin'

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

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