Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' to Myself

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Good Lord, good Lord, 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 just won't let Mr. rest
Look at the crowds out on the corner, who could it be?
It wasn't a thing but the trying to get to me
I even went down to the depot, with my suitcase in my
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 no black 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 give a dollar but he'll want back ninety-five cents change
If they call me cheater, boy I'll real cheat you
If you will allow me a chance, I'll gnaw backbone half in two
I took a trip out on the ocean, want the sound of the blue sea
I found a crab with a swim to do the

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