Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Livin' in Shame

Mom was bread
She wore a raggety scarf around her head
Always had her low
to her feet, she just didn't 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 that I would be her

In a college town, away from home, a new identity I
I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet
I must have 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 high
I want him to know her
She had a grandson, two old
I never even her

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

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