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
my grandson James.
Now about the
I had children before the Great Depression
Five more then.
All of are living now
But the one that in the war.
All the had children, too.

Don't the children
Every girl, boy,
They no burden,
my pride and joy.
I know beautiful
leaves on a tree
And as I am old
They me.
I worked 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
care of me.
Now to me
Babies don't poverty
poverty
Is just people paid enough for what we done.
You hear talk--barefoot and
Pregnant. But I barefoot
or not.

I have socialists
They stayed in my in 1964
For the vote
They were my children
I don't if they be black or white
God bless you and all the
My husband was a Methodist
We did not drink but we did
When we had our family
I think the white folks the colored
Was over, there was so many,
And the men still ask me to dance.