Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his daddy was an man
a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his momma lived her short
Having kids and hay

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

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

He met a girl known on the
As San Francisco's Joy
Destitution's
Born of an L.A. called 'Shame'

Growing up quietly
In the arms of Joy
found their mornings
Brought a meaning to his

And the night before she
Aleep came and left that Waycross, boy
With dreams of cotton
And a wife

Sunday morning found him
the red light at her door
When a right sent him reeling
Put him face down on the

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

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

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

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

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