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 rings F'om de 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, 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' 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 don't 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 jes' stop his fiddlin', Lay his on de she'f; Mockin'-bird quit tryin' to whistle, '
Cause he so shamed hisse'f.
a-playin' on de banjo Draps dey fingahs on de strings-- Bless yo' soul--fu'gits to move 'em, When Malindy sings.
She spreads 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 fin' yo' teahs a-drappin' When sings.
Who dat says dat humble Wif de Master nevah counts?
Heish yo' mouf, I dat music, Ez hit rises 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 Of an edicated 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 listen While sings.
Towsah, stop dat ba'kin', me!
Mandy, mek dat chile keep still; Don't you hyeah de echoes callin' de valley to de hill?
Let me listen, I can hyeah it, de bresh of angel's wings, Sof' an' sweet, "
Low, Sweet Chariot," Ez Malindy sings.