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 havin kids and balin hay
He had fifteen and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in and wound up in L.A.

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

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

Sunday morning found him standin neath the red light at her
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 turned twenty-one in a gray rock fedral
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, boy
Starin at those gray walls in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew take him back to Mabel Joy

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