Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his was an honest man
a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his lived her short life
Having kids and hay

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

The cold had no pity
On that Waycross, Georgia, boy
Most days he went
And then the summer

He met a known on the strip
As San Mabel Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street 'Shame'

up came quietly
In the arms of Joy
Laughter their mornings
Brought a meaning to his

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

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

And in place of his Joy
He found a merchant mad
Who growled, "Your neck is red
But sonny, still green"

He twenty-one
In a gray federal prison
The old had no mercy
On that Waycross, boy

at those four gray walls
In silence he listen
To the midnight
He knew would him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning him lying
the red light at her door
With a in his side, he cried
"Have you Mabel Joy?"

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