Luyện nghe bài hát Letter From May Alice Jeffers

I'm an old typing
Old as the year,
Hear I say
I was in Laurel, Mississippi,
I live in North today
With my James.
Now the children
I had children before the Great Depression
Five more then.
All of them are now
But the one that in the war.
All the had children, too.

Don't blame the
girl, every boy,
They no burden,
my pride and joy.
I they're beautiful
Like leaves on a
And as I am old
They me.
I have at every kind of job
Nursed people, preached, and
When I was a woman, I built roads
I have not a job
In nineteen grandchildren
Take of me.
Now to me
don't cause poverty
'Cause
Is just never paid enough for what we done.
You them talk--barefoot and
Pregnant. But I been
or not.

I known socialists
They stayed in my home in
For the drive
were like my children
I don't if they be black or white
God you and all the socialists
My first was a Methodist
We did not but we did dance
we had our family picnic
I think the folks thought the colored
Was taking over, was so many,
And the men still ask me to dance.