Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone down near my guitar
Heh, let it all out
I thought my guitar was out of at first
You son of a..
It is out of
Is right?
Terry, is that
Will you tune this son for me?
Got all kinds of songs, one called "A boy named sue"
You want to hear one?
You want to hear "a boy sue"?
I do too. I'm anxious to it
I don't know how in the hell it's sound. I'm anxious to hear it
Does that camera block your view there, is that alright?
You want me to it there?
Just gonna put it then
Where in the hell is my Oh, here it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther away seven months ago
After with us for 13 years. Luther Perkins
And uh, the fella that is playing the with us now is doing a wonderful job
'Course nobody can really Luther.
How about one big cheer for Perkins

Yeah, I had a called San Quentin, I was going to do
Where's my....hey, in my kit back in there where I've got all my
I mean, where I got all my

There's a, there's a, there's a little red back there
Would somebody, would one of the guards it to me
Somebody bring it to me, me the red notebook, and I will uh..

Hey, that, briefcase back there of mine, you know,
got all the songs I stole in it

Telling it it is, ain't I? Alright

a song yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of imagination to write a sometimes to a song
And to really, to put something into it
Where somebody else can it and feel it .
Well we've in several prisons
San Quentin, and Folsom prison, and the Mississippi jail
An El jail. And uh.
You wouldn't believe it, one I got in jail in Starkville Mississippi
For flowers.
I was walking down the street. I may sing for you a little bit later
I was down the street....what?
me I couldn't hear you I was talking
I was walking the street, and uh
You know, to get me some cigarettes or something
'Bout two in the morning, a show. I think it was
Anyway, I reached down and picked a dandelion here and a daisy as I went along
And car pulls up.
Said, get it the hell in here boy, are you doing?
Said, I'm just picking
Well,thirty six dollars for picking flowers and a in jail (goddamn)
You hardly win can ya, goddamn
No what they'd do if you pull an apple or something
Well I'd like to do this on behalf of all you guys in San Quentin
To kinda get back at whoever you to out there
In my case, I'd to get back at the fella down in Starkville Mississippi
That has my thirty six dollars

Well, I left my room, down at the Starkville Motel,
The town had to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well.
I along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees;

I was whistlin', flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze.
I myself surrounded; one policeman said: "That's him.
along, wild flower child. Don't you know that it's two a.m."

They're to get you.
'Cause got a curfew.
And you go to the City jail.

Well, they threw me in the car and driving into town;
I said: "What the did I do?"
And he "Shut up and sit down."

Well, they emptied out my pockets, my pills and guitar picks.
I "Wait, my name is..." "Ah, shut up."
Well, I was in a fix.

The sergeant put me in a cell, then he home for the night;
I "Come back here, you so and so;
I bein' treated right."

Well, bound to get you.
they got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville jail.

I pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell,
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the floor of my cell.
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night came.

Then I sadly remembered that they didn't take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I said: "Gimme things of mine!"
They gave me a sneer and a pick, and a yellow dandelion.

bound to get you.
'Cause got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville jail.
And you go to the City jail.