Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' to Myself

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

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

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