Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

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

Wrote a yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of to write a sometimes to write a song
And to really, to really put into it
Where somebody else can it and feel it .
Well we've in several prisons
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 Mississippi
For flowers.
I was walking down the street. I may heaven for you a little bit later
I was walking the street....what?
Excuse me I couldn't 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 and a daisy there as I went along
And car pulls up.
Said, get it the hell in boy, what are you doing?
Said, I'm just picking
Well,thirty six dollars for flowers and a night in jail (goddamn)
You can't hardly win can ya,
No telling what they'd do if you pull an or something
Well I'd like to do this song on behalf of all you in San Quentin
To get back at whoever you want to out there
In my case, I'd like to get at the fella down 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 strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia

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

They're to get you.
they 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, 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 home for the
I "Come back here, you so and so;
I ain't treated right."

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

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

I sadly remembered 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.
they got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville jail.
And you go to the Starkville jail.