Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

The nights had no pity
On that Waycross, Georgia, boy
Most days he hungry
And then the summer

He met a girl on the strip
As San Francisco's Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street called

up came quietly
In the of Mabel Joy
Laughter their mornings
Brought a meaning to his

And the before she left
Aleep came and left Waycross, country boy
With dreams of Georgia
And a wife

Sunday morning found him
'Neath the red light at her
When a right cross him reeling
Put him down on the floor

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

He twenty-one
In a gray federal prison
The old judge had no
On Waycross, country boy

Staring at those four walls
In he would listen
To the freight
He knew would take him to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning him lying
the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he
"Have you Mabel Joy?"

Stunned and shaken said
"Son, she live here no more
No, she left this four years, today
They say she's for some Georgia farm boy