Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

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

Momma washed and combed and my hair
she painted my eyes and lips
And then I stepped into the dancin' dress
It was split in the side, clean up to my

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
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 let me down, your momma's gonna help you move uptown"

Momma a little bit of perfume
On my and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears up
In her troubled eyes she started to speak

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

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

It sounded like somebody else it was
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
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 start movin' uptown"

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

But the wheels of fate had to turn
And for me was no way out
It very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma talkin' about

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

I see spendin' the rest of my life
With my hung down in shame
I mighta born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my

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

It wasn't long that a benevolent man
Took me in off the
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 done bad

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

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

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me
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"
And I she did