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 son bitch for me?
Got all kinds of songs, one called "A boy named sue"
You want to that 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 block your view right there, is that
You me to leave it there?
gonna put it there 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
being with us for 13 years. Luther Perkins
And uh, the fella that is 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 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, I got all my things

There's a, a, there's a little red notebook back there
somebody, would one of the guards bring 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 to write a song
And to really, to really put into it
somebody else can understand it and feel it .
Well we've been in prisons
San Quentin, and Folsom prison, and the Mississippi jail
An El jail. And uh.
You believe it, one night I got in jail in Starkville Mississippi
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 couldn't hear you I was
I was walking the street, and uh
You know, going to get me some cigarettes or
two in the morning, after a show. I think it was
Anyway, I reached down and picked a dandelion and a daisy there 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 night in (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 song on behalf of all you 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 down in Starkville
That still has my thirty six

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

I was whistlin', flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze.
I myself surrounded; one policeman said: "That's him.
Come along, wild flower child. you know that it's two a.m."

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

Well, they threw me in the car and started driving 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 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 "Come back here, you so and so;
I ain't bein' right."

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

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

Then I sadly remembered that they even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I said: "Gimme them of mine!"
They gave me a sneer and a pick, and a yellow dandelion.

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