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

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

When women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what gonna do
Run around yellin' I Mustang it'll do eighty
You don't have to be my
stirred my last batch 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, call all the
And that anointing oil too
Well call the preacher he's the one can reach her
And ain't no time to lose

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