Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

Growing up came
In the of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their
Brought a meaning to his

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

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

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

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

Staring at those four walls
In silence he listen
To the midnight
He would take him back to Mabel Joy

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

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