Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

was a crowd on the corner, wonder what could 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 three women: yellow, and black
the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like
One of 'em Hamtramck yellow, one of 'em Detroit
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 tall mama, mile an' a from the ground
She's a tailor-made mama, and she no hand-me-down"

Well, I used to say women, sweetest women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave women alone
Take my advice: let 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 give a darn for me

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