Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

I remember it all well lookin' back
It was the summer that I eighteen
We lived in a one-room, run down
On the outskirts of New

We didn't have money for food or
To say the we were hard-pressed
When momma spent every last 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 in the side, clean up to my hips

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

"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 don't let me down, your gonna help you move uptown"

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

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

She handed me a locket that said
"To thine own be true"
And I shivered as I a roach 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
be nice to you"

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

Well was the last time I saw my momma
Then I left rickety shack
the welfare people came and took the baby
Momma and I ain't been back

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

I what I had to do
But I myself a solemn vow
But I was gonna to be a lady
Though I know when or how

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

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

It wasn't after that a benevolent 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 Georgia
And an elegant New York townhouse
And I done bad

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

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

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, 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"
And I she did