Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

There was a crowd on the corner, wonder could it be
Wasn't a thing, but the is tryin' to get to me
I went down to the station, 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 pick which one I
One of 'em Hamtramck yellow, one of 'em brown
But the Southwest darkskin sure to turn my damper

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

Well, I used to say married women, sweetest ever born
You better change that thing, you leave married women alone
Take my advice: let women, boy, let 'em be
their husband'll grab 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 in Tenessee
But one in my heart, well, she don't give a darn for me

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