Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER DANIELS

Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe
Full moon shining down the border
But the is hard and the night is black
Over here by the track
And I wish to the Lord that I was in Georgia

Blue water in the sun,
me when the day is done
Mama, mama pray for son

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

Blue skies in the there
And there's green trees and air
Rockabye in my chair

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

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

(refrain)