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, that new way of loving, swear to God, it be best
For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White

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

Well, there was three women: yellow, and black
the mayor of Detroit 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, agent, ticket agent, where did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, tell you what road she's on"
"Well, she's a tall 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 women, sweetest women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave women alone
my advice: let married women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause husband'll grab ya, beat you ragged as a cedar tree

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

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