Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his daddy was an man
Just a red dirt, farmer
And his momma lived her life
kids and baling hay

He had fifteen
And he inside to wander
So, he jumped a at Waycross
And up in L.A.

The cold nights had no
On Waycross, Georgia, farm boy
Most days he went
And then the came

He met a girl on the strip
As San Francisco's Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street called

Growing up came
In the arms of Joy
found their mornings
Brought a meaning to his

And the night she left
Aleep came and left Waycross, country boy
dreams of Georgia cotton
And a California

Sunday found him standing
'Neath the red light at her
When a right cross him reeling
Put him face down on the

And in of his Mabel Joy
He found a merchant mad
Who growled, "Your neck is red
But sonny, you're green"

He turned
In a gray federal prison
The old judge had no
On that Waycross, boy

Staring at those four walls
In he would listen
To the freight
He knew would take him back to Joy

morning found him lying
'Neath the red at her door
With a in his side, he cried
"Have you seen Joy?"

Stunned and someone said
"Son, she don't live no more
No, she left this four years, today
say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy