Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia
His mama lived her short having kids and baling hay
He had years, an ache inside to wander
He a freight in Waycross, wound up in L.A.

Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry, then the came
He met a known on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child of an L.A. street called shame

up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings, brought a to his life
Yes, the night she left, sleep came and left that Waycross
Country boy with of Georgia cotton and a California wife

Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light of her
When a cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a mad marine
He growled that Georgia neck is red, but sonny your still

He turned twenty-one in a gray rock prison
The old judge had no for a Waycross Georgia boy
Starin' at those gray, in silence he would listen
That midnight freight he knew would him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning him lyin' 'neath the red light of her door
With a in his side he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
Stunned and shaken someone said she's not no more
She this house four years today

say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy