Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

He had fifteen
And he ached inside to
He jumped afraid and weak
And wound up in a

Oh, the cold had no pity
On that way crossed Georgia boy
Most days he went
And then the summer

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

up came quietly
In the arms of Joy
Laughter in mornings
It brought a meaning to his

Lord, on the before she left sleep Kane
And left that way country boy
dreams 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 Gray Rock Prison
The old judge had no
On that way Georgia boy

Staring at four gray walls
In silence he listen
To that freight
He knew take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him in ease
The red light at her
With a in his side
He cried, Mabel Joy

Stunned and shaken, someone
Son she's not here no
She left this house four years
They say she's lookin' for some Georgia boy