Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

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

Momma washed and and curled my hair
she painted my eyes 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 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 your one chance, Fancy, don't let me
Lord forgive me for I do
But if you want out, well, up to you
Now don't let me down, momma's gonna 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 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 baby's gonna 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 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 your one chance, Fancy, don't let me
forgive me for what I do
But if you want out, well, up to you
Now get on now, girl, you better start uptown"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now in this world there's a lot of
Hypocrites that call me bad
criticize ma momma for turning me out
No how little we had

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

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