Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER DANIELS

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

water in the Indian sun,
Calling me when the day is
Mama, pray for your son

All of my life been told
That the LA streets was with gold
and fortune waiting to reward ya
But it take long to understand
ain't the promised land
But at a man's a man in Georgia

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

Well it every river in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing up folks are free
The sun comes up through the lonely trees
Over 'round the Kingsland
I maybe 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 gonna find me tryin'
They took my songs and they my soul
They me hard and they made me old
Hell I been born, but I feel just like I'm dying

(refrain)