Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy (The Voice Performance)

I remember it all very lookin' back
It was the I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, shack
On the outskirts of New
We have money for food or rent
To say the we were hard pressed
Then Mama every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin'

Mama and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my and lips
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 where a half grown kid had stood

She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down.
Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down

Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my and then she kissed my cheek
And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes as she to speak
She looked at a pitiful
And then she looked at me and took a ragged
She said, "Your runned off and I'm real sick,
And the baby's starve 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 heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else was talkin'
Askin', "Mama, do I do?"
She said, "Just be to the gentlemen, Fancy,
And they'll be to you."

She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down.
Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down."
Lord, me for what I do,
But if you out, well, it's up to you
Now don't let me
Now your mama's gonna you uptown

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

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

I knew what I had to do and I made myself solemn vow
That I's be a lady someday
Though I know when or how
But I couldn't see spending the rest of my
With my hung down in shame
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 one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.

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

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

Now in this there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
That would 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 hear the in my poor Mama's voice ringin' in my ears

"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 let me down
Now your Mama's gonna you uptown

Well, I she did