Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

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

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

"Why, ticket agent, ticket agent, did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll you what road she's 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 ever
You better change thing, you better leave married women alone
my advice: let married women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their husband'll 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 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 you, pretty mama, exactly who I am
When I walk in that front door, and that back door slam