Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 get on now, girl, you start movin' uptown"

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

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

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

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

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down
Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down"

It wasn't long after a benevolent man
Took me in off the
One week later I was his tea
In a roomed hotel suite

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

Now in this world there's a lot of
Hypocrites that would me bad
They ma momma for turning me out
No matter how we had

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

"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 want out, well, up to you
Now let me down, your momma's gonna help you move uptown"
And I she did