Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an 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. White rest

There was a crowd on the corner, wonder what 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 run cryin', "Mr. Jack, won't 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 yellow, one of 'em Detroit brown
But the Southwest darkskin sure to my damper down

"Why, ticket agent, ticket agent, where did my go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you what she's on"
"Well, she's a long tall mama, an' a half from the ground
She's a mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"

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

I got two women, you tell 'em apart
I got one in my bosom, and the other one is in my
Well, that one in my bosom, she in Tenessee
But that one in my heart, well, she give a darn for me

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