Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy (The Voice Performance)

I remember it all very lookin' back
It was the summer I turned
We lived in a one room, rundown
On the outskirts of New
We didn't have money for food or
To say the least we hard pressed
Then spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dress

washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and
Then I stepped a satin' dancin' dress
That had a split on the side up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me
Standin' from the lookin' glass
There stood a woman a half grown kid had stood

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

Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my and then she kissed my cheek
And then I saw the wellin' up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak
She at a pitiful shack
And then she at me and took a ragged breath
She said, "Your Pa's off and I'm real sick,
And the gonna starve to death."

She handed me a heart locket that said,
"To own self be true."
And I as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was
Askin', "Mama, do I do?"
She said, "Just be to the gentlemen, Fancy,
And be nice to you."

She said, "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 don't let me
Now your mama's move you uptown

Well, was the last time I saw my Ma
The night I left that rickety
The welfare people came and took the
Mama died and I ain't back

But the wheels of fate had to turn
And for me was no way out
And it wasn't very long 'til I knew
What my Mama'd talkin' about

I knew what I had to do and I made myself solemn vow
That I's gonna be a someday
Though I know when or how
But I see spending the rest of my life
With my head down in shame
You know I might have been born plain white trash
But was my name

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

It wasn't long after benevolent man took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea in a five room suite

I a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocrat
And I got me a Georgia mansion and an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I done bad

Now in this there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
That call me bad
criticize Mama for turning me out
No matter how we had

But though I had to worry 'bout nothin' for nigh on fifteen years
Well, I can still the desperation in my poor Mama's voice ringin' in my ears

"Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down."
Lord, forgive me for I do
But if you want out it's up to you
Now don't let me
Now Mama's gonna move you uptown

Well, I she did