Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

We didn't money 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
Then she my eyes and lips
And then I stepped into the dancin' dress
It was split in the side, up to my hips

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

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down
your 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 gonna help you move uptown"

Momma dabbed a bit of perfume
On my neck and she kissed my
Then I saw the welling up
In her troubled eyes she started to speak

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

She me a heart-shaped locket that said
"To own self be true"
And I shivered as I 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
be nice to you"

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, 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 that was the last I saw my momma
Then I that rickety shack
Cause the people came and took the baby
Momma died and I ain't been

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

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

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

"Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Here's one chance, Fancy, don't 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 five hotel suite

charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional
And it got me a Georgia
And an elegant New York flat
And I done bad

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

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

"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 you move uptown"
And I she did