Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

I it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We in a one-room, run down shack
On the of New Orleans

We didn't money for food or rent
To say the least we were
When momma every last penny we had
To buy me a dress

Momma and combed and curled my hair
Then she my eyes and lips
And then I stepped the satin dancin' dress
It was split in the side, up to my hips

It was red, and it fit me good
And back from the lookin' glass
Was a
a half grown kid had stood

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me
Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord forgive me for I do
But if you out, well, it's up to you
Now don't let me down, your gonna help you move uptown"

Momma a little bit of perfume
On my neck and she my cheek
I saw the tears welling up
In her eyes when she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack and
She at me and took a ragged breath
" Your Pa's runned off and I'm real
And the gonna starve to death"

She handed me a heart-shaped locket that
"To own self be true"
And I shivered as I a roach crawl across
The toe of my shoe

It sounded like else it was talkin'
Askin', "Momma do I do?"
"Just be to the gentlemen, Fancy, and
be nice to you"

"Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord me for what I do
But if you out, well, it's up to you
Now get on now, girl, you better movin' uptown"

Well was the last time I saw my momma
Then I that rickety shack
Cause the welfare people came and the baby
Momma and I ain't been back

But the wheels of had started to turn
And for me was no way out
It wasn't very long after that I knew
What my been talkin' about

I what I had to do
But I myself a solemn vow
But I was gonna to be a someday
Though I know when or how

I couldn't see spendin' the of my life
my head hung down in shame
I mighta been just plain white trash
But was my name

"Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"

It long after that a benevolent man
me in off the streets
One week later I was his tea
In a five roomed hotel

I've a king, a congressman
And an aristocrat
And it got me a mansion
And an New York townhouse flat
And I done bad

Now in this world a lot of self-righteous
that would call me bad
They criticize ma momma for me out
No how little we had

And though I haven't had to worry 'bout
Now for on fifteen years
But I can still hear the
In my poor mommas voice ringin' in my

"Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord me for what I do
But if you out, well, it's up to you
Now don't let me down, your momma's help you move uptown"
And I she did