Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

I remember it all very lookin' back
It was the summer that I eighteen
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 every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin'

Momma washed and combed and my hair
Then she painted my eyes and
And then I stepped the satin 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 grown kid had

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

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

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

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

It sounded like somebody 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, 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 get on now, girl, you better movin' uptown"

Well that was the last time I saw my
I left that rickety shack
Cause the people came and took the baby
Momma died and I been back

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

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

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

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

It long after that a benevolent man
Took me in off the
One week I was pourin' his tea
In a five roomed hotel

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

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

And I haven't had to worry 'bout nothin'
Now for on fifteen years
But I can hear the desperation
In my mommas voice ringin' in my ears

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