Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER CHARLIE

Lamps in the windows bright, over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down the border
But the ground is hard and the is black
Over here by the railroad
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in

Blue in the Indian sun,
Calling me when the day is
Mama, mama pray for son

All of my I've been told
That the LA was paved with gold
and fortune waiting to reward ya
But it take long to understand
California ain't the promised
But at least a a man in Georgia

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

Well it seems every river in the Georgia
Flowing up where are free
The sun comes up through the lonely trees
Over 'round the Kingsland
I here but my mind is still
About 90 miles north of

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

(refrain)