Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy (The Voice Performance)

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

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

Mama dabbled a 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 looked at a shack
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 heart shaped that said,
"To thine own be true."
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl
The toe of my high heeled
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 one chance, Fancy, don't let me down."
Lord, forgive me for I do,
But if you want out, well, up to you
Now don't let me
Now your mama's move you uptown

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

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

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

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 benevolent man took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea in a five room suite

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

Now in this world there's a lot of hypocrites
That call me bad
They criticize 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 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 it's up to you
Now don't let me
Now your Mama's gonna move you

Well, I she did