Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me an Angel

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

was a cry on the corner, went to see what it could be
Must be women, tryin' 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 baby evil, and I'm studyin' evil too
hang round here to see what my baby gon' do
I be trusted, and I can't be satisfied
When the men see me comin', they go pin their womens to side

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

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