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 cold had no pity,
On Waycross, Georgia farm boy.
Most he went hungry,
the summer came.
He met a girl on the Strip,
As San Mabel Joy.
child,
Born on an L.A. street shame.

up came quietly,
In the arms of Joy.
And laughter found mornings,
It brought a to his life.
On the before she left,
Sleep came, left that Waycross boy,
dreams of Georgia cotton,
And a wife.

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

He twenty-one,
In a Rock federal prison.
Ol' had no mercy,
On Waycross, Georgia boy.
Starin' at those gray walls,
In silence he listen,
To midnight freight,
He knew could him back to Mabel Joy.

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

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