Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was a simple man, just a red Georgia farmer
And his momma spent her young havin kids and balin hay
He had fifteen and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in Waycross and up in L.A.

Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia boy
days he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl on the strip as San Franciscos Mabel Joy
child born of an L.A. street called, Shame

Growin up came quietly in the of Mabel Joy
Laughter found mornings brought meaning to his life
Yes, the before she left
Sleep came and that Waycross, Georgia boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California

morning found him standin neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reelin, put him down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he a merchant mad marine
Who growled, Your Georgia neck is red but sonny, youre green

He twenty-one in a gray rock fedral prison
The old had no mercy for a Waycross, Georgia boy
at those four gray walls in silence he would listen
To midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday found him standin neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried, you seen Mabel Joy?
Stunned and shaken someone said, Why, shes not here no
She this house four years today
say shes lookin for some Georgia farm boy"