Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned
In a gray federal prison
The old had no mercy
On that Waycross, boy

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

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

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