Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

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

Well, there was three yellow, brown 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 damper

"Why, agent, ticket agent, where did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, tell you what 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 that thing, you better leave married women alone
Take my let married women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their husband'll grab ya, 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 lives in
But that one in my heart, well, she don't a darn for me

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