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 the children
I had five children before the Great
Five since then.
All of are living now
But the one that in the war.
All the had children, too.

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

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