Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

There was a on the corner, wonder what could it be
a thing, but the womens 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 women: yellow, brown and black
Take the mayor of Detroit to which one I like
One of 'em Hamtramck yellow, one of 'em brown
But the Southwest darkskin to turn my damper down

"Why, ticket agent, ticket agent, 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 half from the
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 advice: let women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their husband'll grab ya, beat you ragged as a tree

I got two women, you can't 'em apart
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 don't give a for me

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