Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

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

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

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

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

Telling it like it is, ain't I?

a song yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of imagination to write a sometimes to write a
And to really, to really put into it
Where else can understand it and feel it .
Well we've been in several
San Quentin, and Folsom prison, and the Starkville jail
An El jail. And uh.
You wouldn't believe it, one night I got in jail in Mississippi
For flowers.
I was walking down the street. I may sing for you a little bit later
I was walking the street....what?
Excuse me I couldn't hear you I was
I was down the street, and uh
You know, going to get me some or something
'Bout two in the morning, after a show. I it was
Anyway, I reached down and picked a dandelion here and a there as I went along
And this car up.
Said, get it the hell in here boy, what are you
Said, I'm just picking
Well,thirty six dollars for picking flowers and a night in (goddamn)
You can't win can ya, goddamn
No what they'd do if you pull an apple or something
Well I'd like to do this song on of all you guys in San Quentin
To kinda get at whoever you want to out there
In my case, I'd like to get at the fella down in Starkville Mississippi
That still has my 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', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the breeze.
I myself surrounded; one policeman said: "That's him.
Come along, wild flower child. you know that it's two a.m."

bound 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 "What the hell did I do?"
And he "Shut up and sit down."

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

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

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

I started back and forth, and now and then I'd yell,
And kick my forty dollar shoes the steel floor of my cell.
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all nobody 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 and a guitar 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 Starkville jail.