Luyện nghe bài hát The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia

He was on his way from Candletop,
Been two gone, and he'd thought he'd stop,
At and have him a drink 'fore he went home to her.
Andy Warlord "Hello."
He "How. What's doin'?"
Wo said: "Sit down, I got some bad news and gonna hurt."

He said: "I'm your best friend, and you know right,
"But your young bride ain't tonight.
you been gone, she's been seeing that Amos boy, Seth."
Now he got mad, and he saw red.
Andy said: "Boy, you lose your head,
'Cos to tell you the truth, I've been her myself."

That's the night that the lights out in Georgia.
the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don't trust your to no backwoods, southerly lawyer.
'Cos the judge in the town's got stains on his hands.

Well Andy got scared, and the bar,
Walkin' on home, 'cos he live far.
You see, Andy didn't many friends,
And he lost him one.
thought his wife musta left town,
So he home and finally found,
The only thing had left him, and that was a gun.

He off to Andy's house,
Slippin' through the woods quiet as a mouse.
Came upon some tracks too for Andy to make.
He looked the screen at the back porch door,
And he saw lyin on the floor,
In a puddle of blood, and he to shake.

Well the Georgia patrol was their rounds,
So he fired a shot just to flag down.
And a big-bellied sherriff grabbed his gun and "Why'd you do it?"

Judge guilty on a make-believe trial,
Slapped the sherriff on the with a smile,
And "Supper's waitin' at home, and I gotta get to it."

That's the night that the lights out in Georgia.
That's the that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don't your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer.
'Cos the judge in the town's got stains on his hands.

Well, they hung my before I could say,
The tracks he saw on his way,
To Andy's house and back night were mine.
And his cheatin' wife had never town,
That's one body that'll be found.
You see, his little sister miss when she aims her gun.

That's the night the lights went out in Georgia.
the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer.
'Cos the judge in the got blood stains on his hands.

That's the night that the lights out in Georgia.
the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, lawyer.
'Cos the judge in the town's got stains on his hands.