Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an down
Can't spare no angel, we'll send you a 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 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 women: yellow, brown and black
the mayor of Detroit 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, agent, ticket agent, where did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you what she's on"
"Well, she's a long tall mama, mile an' a half from the
a tailor-made mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"

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

I got two women, you can't 'em apart
I got one in my bosom, and the one is in my heart
Well, that one in my bosom, she in Tenessee
But that one in my heart, well, she give 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