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, shack
On the outskirts of New
We have money for food or rent
To say the least we hard pressed
Then Mama spent every last we had
To buy me a dancin'

washed and combed and curled my hair
And she my eyes and lips
Then I into a satin' dancin' dress
That had a on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me
Standin' back 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 one chance, Fancy, don't let me down

Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck and then she kissed my
And then I saw the wellin' up in her troubled eyes 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 gonna starve to death."

She me a heart shaped locket that said,
"To own self be true."
And I shivered as I watched a roach across
The toe of my high shoe
It sounded like somebody that 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 out, well, it's up to you
Now don't let me
Now your mama's gonna move you

Well, that was the time I saw my Ma
The night I left that shack
The welfare people came and the baby
Mama died and I been back

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

I what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow
I's gonna be a lady someday
Though I know when or how
But I see spending the rest of my life
With my hung down in shame
You know I might have been born just plain 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 pourin' his tea in a room hotel suite

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 there's a lot of hypocrites
That would me bad
They criticize Mama for me out
No how little we had

But though I ain't had to 'bout nothin' 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 one chance, Fancy, don't let me down."
Lord, me for what I do
But if you want out it's up to you
Now let me down
Now Mama's gonna move you uptown

Well, I she did