Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

He turned in a gray rock fedral prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, boy
Starin at four gray walls in silence he would listen
To that freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

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