Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER CHARLIE

Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down the border
But the ground is hard and the 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, pray for your son

All of my life I've told
the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune to reward ya
But it didn't take long to
California the promised land
But at least a a man in Georgia

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

it seems every river in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing up where are free
The sun comes up through the pine trees
Over 'round the ridge
I here but my mind is still
90 miles north of Jacksonville

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

(refrain)