Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his daddy was an man
Just a red dirt, Georgia
And his momma lived her life
kids and baling hay

He had years
And he ached to wander
So, he jumped a freight at
And up in L.A.

The cold had no pity
On that Waycross, Georgia, boy
Most days he went
And the summer came

He met a girl on the strip
As San Mabel Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street 'Shame'

Growing up came
In the of Mabel Joy
found their mornings
Brought a to his life

And the before she left
Aleep and left that Waycross, country boy
With dreams of cotton
And a California

Sunday found him standing
'Neath the red light at her
When a right cross sent him
Put him face down on the

And in of his Mabel Joy
He found a merchant mad
Who growled, "Your neck is red
But sonny, you're green"

He turned
In a gray rock prison
The old judge had no
On that Waycross, boy

Staring at four gray walls
In silence he would
To the freight
He knew take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday found him lying
'Neath the red light at her
With a bullet in his side, he
"Have you seen Joy?"

Stunned and shaken said
"Son, she don't here no more
No, she left this house years, today
They say looking for some Georgia farm boy