Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Send Me An Angel

Good Lord, Lord, send me an angel down
Can't no angel, we'll send you a teasin' brown
Well, new way of loving, swear to God, it must be best
For these Detroit women let Mr. Jack White 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 down to the station, suitcase in my
All the run cryin', "Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?"

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

"Why, ticket agent, ticket agent, did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you road she's on"
"Well, she's a 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 change that thing, you better leave married women alone
Take my advice: let women, boy, let 'em be
'Cause their husband'll grab ya, beat you ragged as a cedar

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

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