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

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

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

Call all the
the ladies' aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every
Well, all the Pentecostals
And bring that oil too
Well call the he's the only one can reach her
And there ain't no time to

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

She's on all our lists
She's on all our
As for the Easter
We don't know sing her part.

When God-Fearin' women get the
ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run yellin' I gotta Mustang it'll do eighty
You have to be my baby
I've stirred my batch of gravy
You don't to be my (be my, be my)