Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life, kids and bailin' hay
And I was just when I ached 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 came and left this little Waycross Georgia boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her

Growin' up came in the arms of Maybel Joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new to my life
I up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
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 is red but son you're still green"

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

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

Sunday morning 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 live here no more"
She left this town ten ago, I heard she's looking for
Some Georgia boy"