Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER CHARLIE

Lamps in the windows bright, over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon down along the border
But the ground is and the night is black
Over by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord I was back in Georgia

water in the Indian sun,
Calling me the day is done
Mama, mama pray for son

All of my I've been told
the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune waiting to ya
But it take long to understand
California the promised land
But at least a man's a man in

Blue skies in the mornin'
And there's green trees and air
Rockabye in my chair

Well it every river in the Georgia moonlight
up where folks are free
The sun comes up through the lonely trees
Over 'round the Kingsland
I maybe here but my mind is
About 90 north of Jacksonville

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

(refrain)