Luyện nghe bài hát Letter From May Alice Jeffers

I'm an old typing
Old as the year,
what I say
I was in Laurel, Mississippi,
I in North Carolina today
my grandson James.
Now about the
I had five before the Great Depression
Five more then.
All of are living now
But the one died in the war.
All the had children, too.

Don't blame the
Every girl, boy,
ain't no burden,
They're my and joy.
I they're beautiful
leaves on a tree
And as I am old
They me.
I have worked at every of job
Nursed people, preached, and
When I was a young woman, I roads
I not worked a job
In years--my grandchildren
Take of me.
Now to me
Babies don't poverty
poverty
Is just people never paid enough for we done.
You hear them and
Pregnant. But I barefoot
or not.

I known socialists
stayed in my home in 1964
For the drive
They like my children
I care if they be black or white
God bless you and all the
My husband was a Methodist
We did not but we did dance
When we had our picnic
I think the white folks the colored
Was over, there was so many,
And the men still ask me to dance.