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 ground is hard and the night is
here by the railroad track
And I wish to the that I was back in Georgia

Blue water in the sun,
me when the day is done
Mama, mama pray for son

All of my life been told
That the LA streets was with gold
Fame and fortune to reward ya
But it didn't take to understand
California ain't the promised
But at least a a man in Georgia

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

it seems every river in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing up where folks are
The sun comes up the lonely pine trees
'round the Kingsland ridge
I maybe but my mind is still
About 90 miles of Jacksonville

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

(refrain)