Luyện nghe bài hát Letter From the County Farm

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

I've given up reading for a time and taken up other
Such as winos gum their food and epileptics havin' bad times
More frequently I've 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
Lord knows, they the game so seriously
But what hurts me more, me more than anything
Is I get your mail
When I get mail, they've cut you
They've cut out the parts and the words that feeling
So I'm left with only of you
I say I'm only with part of you
And the wind has been
And the has been blowin'

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

And apart from all this crap there is some peace and
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 came here
Which tells me Indo-China is here behind this wire
And it will be dying engulfed in their own fire, in their own fire
In fact, they 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 thatt ain't where its at
So care, pray for rain and maybe I'll see you
hours next week
And when the screw, the screw says no touching,
Lord knows, turn the other cheek.