Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

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

There was a crowd on the corner, wonder 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 women run cryin', "Mr. Jack, you be my man?"

Well, was three women: yellow, brown and black
Take the mayor of Detroit to pick 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 what she like, I'll tell you what road she's on"
"Well, she's a long tall mama, 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, women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave married 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 '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 give a for me

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