Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

There was a crowd on the corner, wonder could it be
a thing, but the womens 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 three women: yellow, brown and
Take the mayor of Detroit to pick 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 looks like, I'll you what road she's on"
"Well, she's a long mama, mile an' a half from the ground
a tailor-made mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"

Well, I to say married women, sweetest women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave women alone
my advice: let married women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their grab ya, beat you ragged 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 a darn for me

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