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 gray, You cain't sta't no notes a-flyin' Lak de ones dat rants and rings F'om de kitchen to de big woods When Malindy sings.
You ain't got de o'gans Fu' to make de soun' come right, You ain't got de tu'ns an' twistin's Fu' to make it sweet an' light.
Tell you one now, Miss Lucy, An' I 'm tellin' you fu' true, When hit comes to raal right singin', '
T ain't no easy to do.
Easy 'nough fu' folks to hollah, 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 Malindy sings.
Ain't you nevah Malindy?
soul, tek up de cross!
Look hyeah, ain't you jokin',
Well, you don't know you los'.
Y' ought to hyeah dat gal a-wa'blin', Robins, la'ks, an' all dem things, 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, '
Cause he so shamed hisse'f.
Folks a-playin' on de banjo Draps dey fingahs on de strings-- Bless yo' soul--fu'gits to move 'em, When sings.
She spreads huh mouf and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," you hyeah Sinnahs' tremblin' steps and voices, Timid-lak a-drawin' neah; Den she tu'ns to "
Rock of Ages," Simply to de cross she clings, An' you fin' yo' a-drappin' When Malindy sings.
Who dat says dat praises Wif de Master nevah counts?
Heish yo' mouf, I hyeah dat music, Ez hit rises up an' mounts-- Floatin' by de hills an' valleys, Way 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 chu'ch bell rings, Ez I sit an' ca'mly listen Malindy sings.
Towsah, dat ba'kin', hyeah me!
Mandy, mek dat chile keep Don't you hyeah de echoes callin' F'om de valley to de hill?
Let me listen, I can hyeah it, Th'oo de bresh of angel's wings, an' sweet, "
Swing Low, Chariot," Ez Malindy sings.