Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy (The Voice Performance)

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

Mama washed and and curled my hair
And she painted my and lips
Then I stepped into a satin' dancin'
That had a split on the clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me
Standin' back the lookin' glass
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 dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck and then she kissed my
And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled as she started to speak
She looked at a pitiful
And she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, "Your runned off and I'm real sick,
And the baby's starve to death."

She handed me a shaped 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 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 one chance, Fancy, don't 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, was the last time I saw my Ma
The I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the
Mama died and I been back

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

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

She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, 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 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 world there's a lot of self-righteous
would call me bad
They Mama for turning 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.
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 don't let me
Now your Mama's gonna you uptown

Well, I she did