Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' to Myself

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Good Lord, Lord, send me an Angel down
"Can't spare you no angel but I'll send you a teasin' brown"
That new way of lovin', it must be best
These-a Georgia women won't let Mr. Samuel rest
Look at the crowds out on the corner, wondered who it be?
It wasn't a thing but the trying to get to me
I even went down to the depot, my suitcase in my hand
of women runned crying: "Mr. Samuel won't you be my man"?
My Mama she told me I was a boy playin' mumble peg
"Don't drink no cow's milk, don't you eat no black hen's egg
Black man give you a mama, he won't think its nothin' strange

man will a dollar but he'll want back ninety-five cents change
If they call me cheater, pretty boy I'll real you
If you will allow me a chance, I'll your backbone half in two
I took a out on the ocean, want the sound of the deep blue sea
I found a crab with a trying to do the

I want to you something mama, seem mighty doggone strange
You done made me mess gal and break my jojo string
Honey I ain't be the old work ox no more
You done around' let your doggone ox get hauled
My she got a
mojo, place she try to it hid
Papa Samuel got to find that mojo with
I even heard a rumblin', deep in the ground
It wasn't a but the women tryin' to run me down