Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy (The Voice Performance)

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

Mama washed and combed and my hair
And she painted my and lips
Then I into a satin' dancin' dress
That had a split on the clean up to my hip
It was red velvet and it fit me good
Standin' back from the lookin'
There a woman where a half grown kid had stood

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

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

She handed me a heart locket that said,
"To thine own be true."
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl
The toe of my heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else was talkin'
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.
Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down."
Lord, forgive me for I do,
But if you want out, well, up to you
Now let me down
Now your mama's gonna you uptown

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

But the wheels of fate had to turn
And for me was no way out
And it very long 'til I knew exactly
my Mama'd been talkin' about

I knew what I had to do and I made myself this vow
That I's gonna be a someday
Though I didn't when or how
But I couldn't see spending the rest of my
With my head hung down in
You know I might have been born just white trash
But was my name

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

I charmed a king, a congressman and an aristocrat
And then I got me a Georgia mansion and an elegant New York townhouse
And I ain't bad

Now in this world a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
That call me bad
They Mama for turning me out
No matter how we had

But though I ain't had to worry nothin' for nigh on fifteen years
Well, I can hear 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, me for what I do
But if you want out well up to you
Now let me down
Now your Mama's gonna move you

Well, I she did