Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

I remember it all very well lookin'
It was the summer that I 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 least we were
When momma spent last penny we had
To buy me a dancin'

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

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

"Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 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 momma's gonna you move uptown"

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

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

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

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

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me
Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down
forgive 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 and took the baby
Momma and I ain't been back

But the wheels of fate had to turn
And for me was no way out
It very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma been about

I knew I had to do
But I made myself a vow
But I was to be a lady someday
Though I know when or how

I couldn't see spendin' the of my life
With my hung down in shame
I been born 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 wasn't long that a benevolent man
me in off the streets
One later I was pourin' his tea
In a roomed hotel suite

charmed 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 would call me bad
They ma momma for turning me out
No how little we had

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

"Here's one chance, Fancy, don't 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 don't let me down, your momma's gonna help you uptown"
And I she did