Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

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

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

"Why, ticket agent, agent, where did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she like, I'll tell you what road she's on"
"Well, she's a long tall mama, mile an' a half the ground
She's a mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"

Well, I used to say women, sweetest women ever born
You better change thing, you better leave married women alone
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, one in my bosom, she lives in Tenessee
But that one in my heart, well, she don't give a for me

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