Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put microphone down 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 that
Will you this son bitch for me?
Got all of songs, here's one called "A boy named sue"
You want to that one?
You to hear "a boy named sue"?
I do too. I'm to hear it
I don't how in the hell it's gonna sound. I'm anxious to hear it
Does that camera block your view there, is that alright?
You want me to it there?
Just put it there then
Where in the hell is my Oh, here it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther passed away seven ago
After being us for 13 years. Luther Perkins
And uh, the fella that is the guitar with us now is doing a wonderful job
nobody can really replace Luther.
How about one big for Luther Perkins

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

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

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

Telling it like it is, I? Alright

Wrote a yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of imagination to a sometimes to write a song
And to really, to put something into it
Where somebody else can understand it and it .
Well we've been in several
San Quentin, and prison, and the Starkville Mississippi jail
An El jail. And uh.
You wouldn't it, one night I got in jail in Starkville Mississippi
For flowers.
I was walking the street. I may sing heaven for you a little bit later
I was down the street....what?
Excuse me I hear you I was talking
I was down 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 there as I went along
And this car up.
Said, get it the in here boy, what are you doing?
Said, I'm just flowers
Well,thirty six dollars for picking and a night in jail (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 on behalf of all you guys in San Quentin
To kinda get back at you want to out there
In my case, I'd like to get back at the fella in Starkville Mississippi
That still has my thirty six

Well, I my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,
The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' well.
I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the 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. Don't you know 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 started driving 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 put me in a cell, then he went home for the night;
I "Come back here, you so and so;
I bein' treated right."

Well, they're to get you.
they got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville 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 awhile and kick awhile, and all nobody came.

Then I remembered that they didn't even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I "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.