Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

Growing up came
In the arms of Joy
Laughter their mornings
a meaning to his life

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

morning found him standing
'Neath the red light at her
When a right sent him reeling
Put him face on the floor

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

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

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

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

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