Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER DANIELS

Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining along the border
But the ground is hard and the night is
here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was in Georgia

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

All of my life I've been
That the LA was paved 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

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

Well it seems every river in the moonlight
up where folks are free
The sun comes up through the pine trees
Over the Kingsland ridge
I maybe here but my is still
About 90 north 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 me tryin'
They took my and they took my soul
They made me hard and they me old
Hell I just born, but I feel just like I'm dying

(refrain)