Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy (The Voice Performance)

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

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

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 on my neck and then she kissed my cheek
And then I saw the tears up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak
She looked at a shack
And she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, "Your Pa's runned off and I'm sick,
And the baby's 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 heeled
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 one chance, Fancy, don't 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 let me down
Now mama's gonna move you uptown

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

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

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

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 that man took me off the street
And one week later I was his tea in a five room hotel suite

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

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

But though I ain't had to worry 'bout for nigh on fifteen years
Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor Mama's voice ringin' in my

"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 don't let me
Now Mama's gonna move you uptown

Well, I she did