Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER CHARLIE

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

Blue in the Indian sun,
Calling me the day is done
Mama, pray for your son

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

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

Well it seems every in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing up where folks are
The sun comes up through the lonely pine
Over the Kingsland ridge
I maybe but my mind is still
90 miles 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 gonna find 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 just I'm dying

(refrain)