Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Livin' in Shame

Mom was cooking
She a dirty raggety scarf around her head
had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just know
She wore a sloppy
Oh no matter how she tried, she always a mess
Out of the pot she ate, used a fork or a dinner plate
I was so ashamed for my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day when I was grown I would be her

In a town, away from home, a new identity I found
Said I was born elite, with and servants at my feet
I must been insane
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip to
She never got out of the house, never boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin'
I didn't him to know her
She had a grandson, two old
I never even her

I'm in shame, Momma, I miss you
I know you are not to blame, Momma, I you

Came the
Mom passed away making homemade jam
Before she died, she cried to see me by her
She did her best, ah! cookin', cleanin'
Always in the same old
Workin' hard on her knees
Always try'n to
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you me
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you me

I'm in shame, Momma, I miss you
I know you've done your
Momma, I you
you forgive me Momma
For all the wrong I've
I know you have done your
I know you have done very best you could
But I understood
Workin' hard on your
Momma, you always, always tryin' to please