Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel
Can't spare no angel, we'll send you a brown
Well, new way of loving, swear to God, it must be best
For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack rest

There was a crowd on the corner, wonder could it be
Wasn't a thing, but the is tryin' to get to me
I down to the station, suitcase in my hand
All the run cryin', "Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?"

Well, there was three women: yellow, and black
Take the mayor of to pick which one I like
One of 'em Hamtramck yellow, one of 'em Detroit
But the Southwest darkskin sure to turn my damper

"Why, ticket agent, ticket agent, where did my go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you what road on"
"Well, she's a long mama, mile an' a half from the ground
She's a tailor-made mama, and she no hand-me-down"

Well, I used to say married women, women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave women alone
Take my advice: let women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their husband'll grab ya, you ragged as a cedar tree

I got two women, you can't tell 'em
I got one in my bosom, and the other one is in my
Well, that one in my bosom, she lives in
But that one in my heart, well, she don't a darn for me

I'm gonna tell you, mama, exactly who I am
When I walk in that front door, and hear that door slam