Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER DANIELS

Lamps in the burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down along the
But the is hard and the night is black
Over here by the track
And I wish to the Lord that I was in Georgia

water in the Indian sun,
Calling me when the day is
Mama, pray for your son

All of my life been told
That the LA streets was with gold
Fame and waiting to reward ya
But it didn't long to understand
California ain't the land
But at least a man's a man in

Blue in the mornin' there
And green trees and breathin' air
Rockabye in my easy

Well it seems every river in the moonlight
Flowing up folks are free
The sun up through the lonely pine trees
Over 'round the ridge
I maybe here but my is still
About 90 miles north of

Well I may not make it, it's a long, long
But mama I've all the debts I owe
And if I don't you know they find me tryin'
took my songs and they took my soul
They made me and they made me old
Hell I just been born, but I feel just like I'm

(refrain)