Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone here 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 right?
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 to hear it
I don't know how in the hell it's gonna sound. I'm to hear it
Does that camera your view right there, is that alright?
You me to leave it there?
Just gonna put it then
Where in the is my guitar? 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 that is playing the guitar with us now is doing a wonderful job
'Course can really replace Luther.
How about one big cheer for Perkins

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

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

Hey, that, that briefcase there of mine, you know,
That's got all the I stole in it

it like it is, ain't I? Alright

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

Well, I my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,
The town had gone to 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 found surrounded; one policeman said: "That's him.
Come along, wild flower child. Don't you know that two a.m."

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

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

Well, emptied out my pockets, took 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 said: "Come here, you so and so;
I ain't treated right."

Well, they're to get you.
they got a curfew.
And you go to the City jail.

I pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell,
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel of my cell.
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all nobody came.

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

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