Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

was a crowd on the corner, wonder what could it be
Wasn't a thing, but the is tryin' to get to me
I went 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 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, where did my 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 mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"

Well, I used to say married women, sweetest ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave married women
Take my advice: let 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 gonna tell you, pretty mama, who I am
When I walk in that front door, and hear that back door