Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Livin' in Shame

Mom was bread
She wore a dirty raggety around her head
Always had her low
Rolled to her feet, she didn't know
She wore a dress
Oh no matter how she tried, she looked a mess
Out of the pot she ate, never used a or a dinner plate
I was so ashamed for my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day I was grown that 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 have been
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip to
She never got out of the house, never even a train
I married a guy, was high
I didn't want him to her
She had a grandson, two old
I even showed 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 making jam
Before she died, she cried to see me by her
She did her best, ah! cookin', cleanin'
in the same old dress
Workin' hard down on her
Always try'n to
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you me
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you me

I'm livin' in shame, Momma, I you
I know you've done best
Momma, I you
Won't you me Momma
For all the wrong done
I know you have your best
I know you done your very best you could
But I never
Workin' hard on knees
Momma, you always, always tryin' to please