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

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

God-Fearin' 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 batch of
You don't to be my (be my, be my)

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

When God-Fearin' women get the
There ain't no dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run yellin' I gotta Mustang it'll do eighty
You don't to be my baby
I've stirred my last 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 cantata
We don't who'll sing her part.

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