Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his daddy was an man
A Georgia farmer
His mama lived a life
Having kids and hay

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

Oh, the cold nights had no
On that way Georgia farm boy
Most days he went
And the summer came

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

Growin' up came
In the of Mabel Joy
found in mornings
It a meaning to his life

Lord, on the before she left sleep Kane
And left that way crossed boy
With dreams of cotton
And a California

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

In place of his Mabel Joy he
A memory
Who ground Georgia neckies red
But sunny, your green

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

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

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

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