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

Mama washed and combed and curled my
And she painted my and lips
Then I stepped into a dancin' dress
had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet and it fit me good
Standin' back from the lookin'
There stood a where a half grown kid had stood

She said, "Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down

Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck and then she my cheek
And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled as she started to speak
She looked at a shack
And then she looked at me and a ragged breath
She said, "Your Pa's runned off and I'm sick,
And the baby's starve to death."

She handed me a shaped locket that said,
"To own self be true."
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl
The toe of my high shoe
It sounded somebody else that 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 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 out, well, it's up to you
Now let me down
Now your mama's move you uptown

Well, that was the last I saw my Ma
The night I that rickety shack
The welfare people and took the baby
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 I knew exactly
my Mama'd been talkin' about

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

She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, let me down.
She said, "Here's one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.

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

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 world there's a lot of hypocrites
would call me bad
They Mama for turning me out
No matter how we had

But I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' for nigh on fifteen years
Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor Mama's voice 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 don't let me
Now your Mama's gonna you uptown

Well, I she did