Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

We didn't have for food or rent
To say the least we hard-pressed
momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin'

Momma washed and and curled my hair
she painted 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 standin' back from the glass
Was a
Where a half grown kid had

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

dabbed a little bit of perfume
On my and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the welling up
In her troubled eyes when she started to

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

She handed me a heart-shaped that said
"To thine own be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl
The toe of my high-healed

It sounded somebody else it was talkin'
Askin', "Momma do I do?"
"Just be to the gentlemen, Fancy, and
they'll be 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 want out, well, up to you
Now get on now, girl, you better movin' uptown"

Well that was the time I saw my momma
I left that rickety shack
Cause the welfare came and took the baby
Momma died and I been back

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

I knew I had to do
But I made myself a vow
But I was to be a lady someday
Though I didn't know or how

I see spendin' the rest of my life
With my head hung in shame
I mighta been born just white trash
But was my name

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

It wasn't long after that a man
me in off the streets
One week I was pourin' his tea
In a five hotel suite

I've a king, a congressman
And an occasional
And it got me a Georgia
And an elegant New townhouse flat
And I ain't bad

Now in world there's a lot of self-righteous
Hypocrites would call me bad
They criticize ma for turning me out
No how little we had

And though I had to worry 'bout nothin'
Now for on fifteen years
But I can still hear the
In my mommas voice ringin' in my ears

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