Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Livin' in Shame

Mom was bread
She wore a dirty scarf around her head
had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just didn't
She a sloppy dress
Oh no matter how she tried, she always a mess
Out of the pot she ate, never used a or a dinner plate
I was always so ashamed for my friends to see her
one day when I was grown that I would be her

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

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

Came the
Mom passed away while homemade jam
Before she died, she to see me by her side
She did her best, ah! cookin', cleanin'
Always in the old dress
hard down on her knees
Always to please
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 best
Momma, I you
Won't you forgive me
For all the I've done
I know you done your best
I you have done your very best you could
But I understood
Workin' hard on knees
Momma, you were always, tryin' to please