Luyện nghe bài hát When Malindy Sings

G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on
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 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 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.
you nevah hyeahd 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, Heish dey 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 a-playin' on de banjo Draps dey fingahs on de strings-- Bless yo' soul--fu'gits to move 'em, When sings.
She jes' huh mouf and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," twell you hyeah Sinnahs' tremblin' steps and voices, Timid-lak neah; Den she tu'ns to "
Rock of Ages," Simply to de cross she clings, An' you fin' yo' teahs a-drappin' Malindy sings.
Who dat says dat humble praises Wif de Master counts?
Heish yo' mouf, I hyeah dat music, Ez hit rises up an' mounts-- Floatin' by de hills an' valleys, Way above dis 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 When de solemn chu'ch bell rings, Ez I sit an' ca'mly listen While Malindy sings.
Towsah, stop dat ba'kin', 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 hyeah it, de bresh of angel's wings, Sof' an' sweet, "
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," Ez sings.