Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER DANIELS

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

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

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

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

Well it seems every in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing up folks are free
The sun up through the lonely pine trees
Over the Kingsland ridge
I maybe here but my is still
About 90 miles north of

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

(refrain)