Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was a simple man just a red dirt Georgia
And his spent her young life havin' kids and bailin' hay
He had fifteen and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in Waycross and up in LA
Lord the cold had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry and then the came
He met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's Joy
Destitution's child born of an LA street called
Growin' up quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found the mornings brought to his life
Yes the before she left sleep came and left that Waycross Georgia boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a wife
Sunday morning him standin' neath the red light at her door
When a right cross him reelin' put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he a merchant mad marine
Who groaned your Georgia neck is red but Sonny still green
He turned in a grey rock Federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Georgia boy
at those four grey walls in silnce he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Joy
morning found him lyin' neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
Stunned and shaken someone said why son she don't live anymore
She left this house four today and they say she's lookin' for
Georgia farm boy