Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

The nights had no pity
On Waycross, Georgia, farm boy
days he went hungry
And then the came

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

up came quietly
In the of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their
Brought a to his life

And the night before she
Aleep came and that Waycross, country boy
With dreams of Georgia
And a California

Sunday morning him standing
'Neath the red at her door
a right cross sent him reeling
Put him face on the floor

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

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

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

morning found him lying
'Neath the red at her door
With a in his side, he cried
"Have you Mabel Joy?"

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