Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

There was a crowd on the corner, wonder what 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 women: yellow, brown 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 sure to turn my damper

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

Well, I to say married women, sweetest women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave married 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 one is in my heart
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
I walk in that front door, and hear that back door slam