Luyện nghe bài hát When Malindy Sings

G'way an' quit dat noise, Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'?
Ef you practise twell you're gray, You cain'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 nachel Fu' to make de soun' come right, You ain't got de tu'ns an' twistin's Fu' to make it sweet an' light.
you one thing now, Miss Lucy, An' I 'm tellin' 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 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 hyeahd Malindy?
soul, tek up de cross!
Look hyeah, you jokin', honey?
Well, you know whut you los'.
Y' to hyeah dat gal a-wa'blin', Robins, la'ks, an' all dem things, Heish 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 jes' so hisse'f.
Folks a-playin' on de banjo Draps dey fingahs on de strings-- Bless yo' soul--fu'gits to 'em, When Malindy sings.
She spreads huh mouf and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," twell you hyeah Sinnahs' tremblin' steps and voices, Timid-lak a-drawin' neah; Den she to "
Rock of Ages," Simply to de cross she clings, An' you yo' teahs a-drappin' When Malindy sings.
Who dat says dat humble praises Wif de 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 While Malindy sings.
Towsah, dat ba'kin', hyeah me!
Mandy, mek dat chile keep still; Don't you hyeah de echoes F'om de valley to de hill?
Let me listen, I can hyeah it, Th'oo de bresh of wings, Sof' an' sweet, "
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," Ez sings.