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

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

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

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

When God-Fearin' women get the
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're do
Run around yellin' I gotta Mustang it'll do
You don't to be my baby
I've stirred my batch of gravy
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 know who'll sing her part.

When God-Fearin' get the blues
There ain't no slap dab what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' I 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)