Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well that was the last I saw my momma
Then I left that shack
Cause the welfare people and took the baby
Momma died and I ain't back

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

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

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

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

It wasn't long that a benevolent man
me in off the streets
One later I was pourin' his tea
In a roomed hotel suite

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

Now in this world a lot of self-righteous
Hypocrites that would me bad
They ma momma for turning me out
No matter how we had

And though I haven't had to 'bout nothin'
Now for nigh on 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 your one chance, Fancy, don't let me
forgive me for what I do
But if you out, well, it's up to you
Now let me down, your momma's gonna help you move uptown"
And I she did