Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone down here near my
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?
Will you this son bitch for me?
Got all kinds of songs, one called "A boy named sue"
You to hear that one?
You want to "a boy named sue"?
I do too. I'm to hear it
I don't know how in the it's gonna sound. I'm anxious to hear it
Does that camera block view right there, is that alright?
You me to leave 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 with us for 13 years. Luther
And uh, the fella that is playing the guitar with us now is doing a job
'Course can really replace Luther.
How one big cheer for Luther Perkins

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

There's a, there's a, 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, that back there of mine, you know,
That's got all the I stole in it

Telling it like it is, ain't I?

a song yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of to write a sometimes to write a song
And to really, to really put something it
Where else can understand it and feel it .
Well we've been in prisons
San Quentin, and prison, and the Starkville Mississippi jail
An El jail. And uh.
You wouldn't believe it, one 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?
me I couldn't hear 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, a show. I think it was
Anyway, I reached down and picked a dandelion here and a daisy as I went along
And car pulls up.
Said, get it the hell in here boy, what are you
Said, I'm just picking
Well,thirty six for picking flowers and a night in jail (goddamn)
You can't hardly win can ya,
No telling what do if you pull an apple or something
Well I'd like to do this song on behalf of all you guys in San
To kinda get back at whoever you want to out
In my case, I'd like to get back at the down in Starkville Mississippi
That has my thirty six dollars

Well, I left my motel room, at the Starkville Motel,
The town had to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well.
I strolled 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 child. Don't you know that it's two a.m."

They're to get you.
'Cause 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, 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 said: "Come here, you so and so;
I ain't bein' right."

Well, they're 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 against the steel floor of my cell.
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night came.

Then I sadly remembered they didn't even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I said: "Gimme things of mine!"
They gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a dandelion.

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