Luyện nghe bài hát When God-Fearin' Women Get the Blues (Intro)

Lock up your
up your sons
Lock up whiskey cabinets, girls lock up your guns
up the beauty shop, and no telling if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them shoes

When women get the blues
There no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' I gotta Mustang it'll do
You have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of
You have to be my (be my, be my)

Call all the
Call the aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call bass
Well, call all the
And that anointing oil too
Well the preacher he's the only one can reach her
And there no time to lose

When women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're do
Run around yellin' I gotta Mustang do eighty
You don't to be my baby
stirred my last batch of gravy
You have to be my (be my, be my)

She's on all our lists
on all our hearts
As for the Easter
We know who'll sing her part.

When women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what gonna do
Run around yellin' I gotta Mustang it'll do
You don't to be my baby
I've stirred my last of gravy
You have to be my (be my, be my)