Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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