Luyện nghe bài hát Week In A Country Jail

One time I spent a week inside a little country
I don't guess I'll ever live it
I was sittin' at red light when these two men and got me
And said that I was speedin' their town

said, "Tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go"
They let me call one on the phone
I thought I'd be there over night so I'd call my boss
To him I'd be off but not for long

They motioned me the cell with seven other guys
One barred up window in the rear
My cell mate said if they had let me bring some in
We ought to the jailer for some beer

We had to pay him 'cause he was the man in charge
And the job was not the best in town
Later on his wife brought hot eggs and gravy
The first day I was there I turned it

Next morning they'd let us sleep but I was up real early
Wonderin' when I get my
Later on we got hot bologna eggs and gravy
By now I wasn't quite so hard to

Two days later when I thought I had been forgotten
The came in chewing on the straw
He said, "Where is this guy who that this is Indianapolis
I'd to talk to him about the law"

Well, I told him who I was and him I was working steady
And I really should be a on my way
part about me being who I was did not impress him
He said, "The will be here any day"

The jailer had his wife and let me tell you she was
But she that hot bologna every day
And after seven days she got to looking so much
I her if she'd like to run away

morning that old judge took every nickel that I had
He said, "Son, let teach you not to race"
The jailer's was smiling from the window as I left
In thirty minutes I was out of