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 sure you a teasin' brown"
That new way of lovin', mama it must be
These-a Georgia women won't let Mr. Samuel rest
Look at the crowds out on the corner, wondered who it be?
It a thing but the women trying to get to me
I even down 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, you eat no black hen's egg
Black man give you a mama, he won't think its nothin' strange

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

I want to tell you something mama, seem mighty strange
You done me mess around gal and break my jojo string
I ain't gonna be the old work ox no more
You 'mess 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', down in the ground
It wasn't a but the women tryin' to run me down