Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER CHARLIE

Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, in Santa Fe tonight
Full shining down along the border
But the ground is hard and the night is
Over here by the track
And I to the Lord that 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 been told
That the LA streets was paved gold
Fame and fortune to reward ya
But it didn't take long to
California ain't the land
But at a man's a man in Georgia

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

Well it every river in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing up where are free
The sun comes up through the pine trees
'round the Kingsland ridge
I maybe here but my is still
About 90 miles of Jacksonville

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

(refrain)