Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

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

Momma washed and combed and my hair
Then she painted my eyes and
And I stepped 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 lookin'
Was a
Where a grown kid had stood

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

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

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

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

It like somebody else 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 one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord forgive me for I do
But if you out, well, it's up to you
Now get on now, girl, you better movin' uptown"

Well that was the time I saw my momma
Then I that rickety shack
the welfare people came 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 long after that I knew exactly
What my momma 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 when or how

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

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

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

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

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

And though I had to worry 'bout nothin'
Now for on fifteen years
But I can still the desperation
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
Lord me for what I do
But if you out, well, it's up to you
Now don't let me down, your momma's help you move uptown"
And I she did