Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia

WRITER DANIELS

Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, in Santa Fe tonight
Full shining down along the border
But the is hard and the night is black
Over here by the railroad
And I wish to the that I was back in Georgia

Blue in the Indian sun,
Calling me the day is done
Mama, pray for your son

All of my life I've told
the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune to reward ya
But it didn't take long to
California ain't the promised
But at a man's a man in Georgia

skies in the mornin' there
And there's green trees and air
in my easy chair

Well it seems every river in the moonlight
Flowing up where folks are
The sun comes up the lonely pine trees
Over 'round the Kingsland
I here but my mind is still
90 miles north of Jacksonville

Well I may not make it, it's a long, road
But I've paid all the debts I owe
And if I don't you know they gonna me tryin'
took my songs and they took my soul
They made me and they made me old
Hell I just been born, but I just like I'm dying

(refrain)