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 women won't let Mr. 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 women run cryin', "Mr. Jack, you be my man?"

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

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

Well, I to say married women, sweetest women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave married women
Take my let married women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their grab ya, beat you ragged as a cedar tree

I got two women, you can't 'em apart
I got one in my bosom, and the one is in my heart
Well, one in my bosom, she lives in Tenessee
But one in my heart, well, she don't give a darn for me

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