Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

Sunday morning him standin neath the red light at her door
a right cross sent him reelin, put him face down on the floor
In place of Joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who growled, Georgia neck 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 those gray walls in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him to Mabel Joy

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