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

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

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

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

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

He went off to house,
Slippin' the back woods quiet as a mouse.
Came upon some too small for Andy to make.
He through 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 to flag them down.
And a big-bellied sherriff grabbed his gun and "Why'd you do it?"

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

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

Well, they hung my brother before I say,
The tracks he saw on his way,
To Andy's house and back that were mine.
And his wife had never left town,
That's one body never be found.
You see, his little sister don't miss when she her gun.

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

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