Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER CHARLIE

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

Blue 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 paved with
Fame and waiting to reward ya
But it didn't long to understand
California the promised land
But at least a man's a man in

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

Well it seems every river in the Georgia
Flowing up where folks are
The sun comes up through the pine trees
Over the Kingsland ridge
I maybe here but my mind is
About 90 miles north of

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

(refrain)