Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, me an angel down
Can't no angel, we'll send you a teasin' brown
Well, that new way of loving, to God, it must be best
For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack rest

was a crowd on the corner, wonder what could it be
Wasn't a thing, but the womens is to get to me
I went to the station, suitcase in my hand
All the women run cryin', "Mr. Jack, you be my man?"

Well, there was three women: yellow, brown and
Take the mayor of Detroit to pick one I like
One of 'em Hamtramck yellow, one of 'em Detroit
But the Southwest sure to turn my damper down

"Why, ticket agent, agent, where did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you what road on"
"Well, a long tall mama, mile an' a half from the ground
a tailor-made mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"

Well, I used to say married women, sweetest women ever
You better change that thing, you leave married women alone
my advice: let married women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their grab ya, beat you ragged as a cedar tree

I got two women, you can't 'em apart
I got one in my bosom, and the other one is in my
Well, that one in my bosom, she in Tenessee
But one in my heart, well, she don't give a darn for me

I'm gonna tell you, mama, exactly who I am
When I in that front door, and hear that back door slam