Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

Well, I met a known on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
Destitutions child, born on a L.A. street called
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd see her again

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 Georgia and California wine

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

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

Cold nights had no pity on Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer and the winter came
Starin' at those four gray in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the of the train

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