Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his was an honest man
A Georgia farmer
His lived a short life
Having and bailing hay

He had fifteen
And he inside to wander
He jumped afraid and cross
And wound up in a

Oh, the cold had no pity
On way crossed Georgia farm boy
days he went hungry
And the summer came

He met a know on the strip
At San Francisco's Joy
child born of
An LA street called

Growin' up quietly
In the arms of Joy
Laughter found in
It brought a to his life

Lord, on the night before she sleep Kane
And that way crossed country boy
With of Georgia cotton
And a wife

Sunday morning found him in ease
The red at her door
A right sent him reelin'
Put him down on the floor

In place of his Mabel Joy he
A merchant
Who ground your Georgia red
But sunny, your still

He twenty one
In a Rock Federal Prison
The old judge had no
On that way Georgia boy

Staring at those gray walls
In silence he listen
To that midnight
He could take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him in ease
The red at her door
With a bullet in his
He cried, abusing Joy

and shaken, someone says
Son she's not no more
She left this house years today
They say she's lookin' for some Georgia boy