Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Oh, his daddy was an man,
Red-dirt, farmer.
His lived her short life,
Havin' and balin' hay.
He had years,
And an inside to wander,
Hopped a in Waycross,
up in L.A.

Oh, the nights had no pity,
On Waycross, Georgia farm boy.
Most days he hungry,
Then the came.
He met a known on the Strip,
As San Mabel Joy.
child,
Born on an L.A. called shame.

up came quietly,
In the arms of Joy.
And laughter their mornings,
It brought a to his life.
On the night she left,
came, left that Waycross country boy,
With of Georgia cotton,
And a wife.

Sunday found him standin' 'neath,
The red at her door.
When a right cross him reelin',
Put him down on the floor.
Lord, in place of Joy he found.
A man marine.
who growled, "Your Georgia is red,
But, sonny, you're green."

He twenty-one,
In a Gray Rock prison.
Ol' had no mercy,
On Waycross, Georgia boy.
Starin' at those four walls,
In he would listen,
To that freight,
He knew could take him to Mabel Joy.

mornin' found him lyin' 'neath
The red at her door,
with a bullet in his he cried,
"Have you seen Joy?"
Stunned and shaken, said,
"Son, she don't live no more.
No, she left this house years today,
They say she's looking for some farm boy."

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