Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was a simple man just a red dirt farmer
And his spent her young life havin' kids and bailin' hay
He had fifteen years and an inside to wander
So he a freight in Waycross and wound up in LA
Lord the cold had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days he went and then the summer came
He met a girl on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's born of an LA street called Shame
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Joy
Laughter found the mornings brought to his life
Yes the night before she left sleep came and left that Georgia boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California
Sunday morning found him neath the red light at her door
When a cross sent him reelin' put him face down on the floor
In of Mabel 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 Federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Georgia boy
Starin' at those grey walls in silnce he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Joy
Sunday morning found him lyin' the red light at her door
With a bullet in his he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
Stunned and shaken someone why son she don't live here anymore
She left this four years today and they say she's lookin' for
Some Georgia boy