Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

morning found him standin neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reelin, put him face on the floor
In of Mabel Joy he found 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
Starin at those gray walls in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him to Mabel Joy

Sunday mornin found him neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried, Have you seen Mabel
and shaken someone said, Why, shes not here no more
She left this house four years
They say shes lookin for Georgia farm boy"