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 in North Carolina today
my grandson James.
Now about the
I had five children before the Depression
Five more then.
All of them are now
But the one died in the war.
All the had children, too.

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

I have known
stayed in my home 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 first husband was a
We did not but we did dance
When we had our family
I think the white thought the colored
Was over, there was so many,
And the men still ask me to dance.