Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when I inside to wonder
So I hoped a freight in Waycross and I it to L.A.

Well, I met a girl on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her

Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my
I woke up one day, Lord to find that I was by
With dreams of cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' found me 'neath the red-light of her door
Right 'cross sent me reelin', laid me down on the floor
In of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad marine
Who said, "Your Georgia neck is red but son you're green"

Well, I turned twenty one in gray federal prison
The judge, he had no mercy on this Waycross, boy
at night in silence, Lord, I'd listen
That same old freight to me back to Maybel Joy

Cold nights had no on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to and then the winter came
Starin' at those four walls in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the to the whistle of the train

Sunday morning found me lying 'neath the red of her door
With a in my side I cried, "Have you seen Maybel Joy?"
Stunned and shaken someone said, "Son, she don't live no more"
She left this town ten years ago, I heard looking for
Some Georgia boy"