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 ones dat rants and 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 tellin' you fu' true, When hit to raal right singin', '
T ain't no easy 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, you stan' an' listen wif me When Malindy sings.
Ain't you nevah Malindy?
soul, tek up de cross!
Look hyeah, ain't you jokin',
Well, you know whut you los'.
Y' ought to hyeah dat gal a-wa'blin', Robins, la'ks, an' all dem things, dey moufs an' hides dey face.
Malindy sings.
Fiddlin' man stop his fiddlin', Lay his fiddle on de she'f; Mockin'-bird quit tryin' to whistle, '
Cause he so shamed hisse'f.
Folks on de banjo Draps dey fingahs on de strings-- Bless yo' soul--fu'gits to move 'em, When Malindy sings.
She jes' spreads huh and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," twell you hyeah Sinnahs' steps and voices, Timid-lak a-drawin' neah; Den she tu'ns to "
Rock of Ages," Simply to de she clings, An' you fin' yo' teahs a-drappin' When Malindy sings.
Who dat says dat humble praises Wif de Master counts?
Heish yo' mouf, I hyeah dat music, Ez hit up an' mounts-- Floatin' 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 edicated An' hit's dearah dan de battle's Song o' triumph in de lan'.
It seems holier dan evenin' When de solemn bell rings, Ez I sit an' ca'mly listen While Malindy sings.
Towsah, stop dat ba'kin', me!
Mandy, mek dat chile still; Don't you hyeah de echoes callin' F'om de valley to de hill?
Let me listen, I can hyeah it, Th'oo de of angel's wings, Sof' an' sweet, "
Swing Low, Chariot," Ez Malindy sings.