Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

He had years
And he ached inside to
So, he jumped a freight at
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 girl on the strip
As San Mabel Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street 'Shame'

Growing up quietly
In the of Mabel Joy
Laughter their mornings
Brought a to his life

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

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

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

He turned
In a gray rock prison
The old judge had no
On that Waycross, boy

Staring at four gray walls
In silence he would
To the midnight
He knew would take him to Mabel Joy

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

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