Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me an Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, me an angel down
Can't spare you no angel, send you a teasin' brown
new way of loving, swear it must be the best
These women won't let Mr. McTell rest

There was a cry on the corner, went to see it could be
Must be some women, to get the best of me
Went down to the sheriff, in my hand
All the run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?"

My studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too
Gonna hang round here to see what my baby do
I can't be trusted, and I can't be
When the men see me comin', go pin their womens to their side

Love my loving, to get it any time of day
To get my right lovin', I'm going to Georgia right away
I got three womens, yellow, and black
Take the governor of Georgia to which one I like

One Atlanta yellow, the other is Macon brown
But the Statesboro blackskin turn your damper1 down
So bye bye baby; I'll see you sweet day
And you'll be sorry you drove your man