Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

There was a crowd on the corner, wonder what 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
Take the mayor of to pick which one I like
One of 'em Hamtramck yellow, one of 'em brown
But the Southwest darkskin to turn my damper down

"Why, ticket agent, ticket agent, did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you what road on"
"Well, she's a long tall mama, mile an' a half the ground
a tailor-made mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"

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

I got two women, you tell 'em apart
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 give a darn for me

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