Luyện nghe bài hát When Malindy Sings

G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book What's de use to keep on tryin'?
Ef you practise twell you're gray, You cain't sta't no notes a-flyin' Lak de dat rants and rings F'om de kitchen to de big woods When Malindy sings.
You ain't got de nachel o'gans Fu' to make de soun' come right, You got de tu'ns an' twistin's Fu' to make it sweet an' light.
Tell you one thing now, Miss Lucy, An' I 'm you fu' true, When hit comes to raal right singin', '
T ain't no thing to do.
Easy 'nough fu' folks to hollah, Lookin' at de lines an' dots, When dey ain't no one kin sence it, An' de chune comes in, in spots; But fu' real malojous music, Dat jes' strikes yo' hea't and clings, Jes' you stan' an' listen wif me When sings.
Ain't you hyeahd Malindy?
soul, tek up de cross!
Look hyeah, ain't you jokin',
Well, you don't know you los'.
Y' ought to dat gal a-wa'blin', Robins, la'ks, an' all dem things, Heish dey moufs an' hides dey face.
When sings.
Fiddlin' man stop his fiddlin', Lay his fiddle on de she'f; Mockin'-bird quit tryin' to whistle, '
he jes' so shamed hisse'f.
Folks a-playin' on de Draps dey fingahs on de strings-- Bless yo' soul--fu'gits to move 'em, When Malindy sings.
She jes' huh mouf and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," twell you hyeah Sinnahs' tremblin' steps and voices, a-drawin' neah; Den she tu'ns to "
Rock of Ages," Simply to de cross she clings, An' you yo' teahs a-drappin' When Malindy sings.
Who dat says dat humble Wif de Master nevah counts?
Heish yo' mouf, I hyeah dat music, Ez hit rises up an' mounts-- by de hills an' valleys, Way above dis buryin' sod, Ez hit makes its way in glory To de very gates of God!
Oh, hit's sweetah dan de music Of an band; An' hit's dearah dan de battle's Song o' triumph in de lan'.
It seems holier dan evenin' When de solemn chu'ch bell rings, Ez I sit an' ca'mly While Malindy sings.
Towsah, dat ba'kin', hyeah me!
Mandy, mek dat chile keep still; Don't you hyeah de callin' F'om de valley to de hill?
Let me listen, I can it, Th'oo de bresh of angel's wings, Sof' an' sweet, "
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," Ez sings.