Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck farm boy
My spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when I ached to wonder
So I hoped a freight in and I rode it to L.A.

Well, I met a girl on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
Destitutions child, born on a L.A. street Shane
And sleep came and left this Waycross Georgia country boy
Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her again

Growin' up came in the arms of Maybel Joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new to my life
I woke up one day, Lord to find that I was by
With dreams of cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her
Right 'cross sent me reelin', laid me face on the floor
In place of Maybel Joy I found a mad marine
Who said, "Your Georgia is red but son you're still green"

Well, I turned one in gray rock federal prison
The judge, he had no mercy on Waycross, Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd
That same old freight to take me back to Joy

Cold had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime to summer and then the winter came
Starin' at those gray walls in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the of the train

Sunday morning found me 'neath the red light of her door
With a bullet in my side I cried, "Have you seen Joy?"
Stunned and shaken someone said, "Son, she don't here no more"
She this town ten years ago, I heard she's looking for
Georgia farm boy"