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 on tryin'?
Ef you practise twell you're gray, You cain't sta't no notes a-flyin' Lak de 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.
you one thing 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 hyeahd
soul, tek up de cross!
Look hyeah, you jokin', honey?
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 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-- yo' soul--fu'gits to move 'em, When Malindy sings.
She jes' huh mouf and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," twell you hyeah Sinnahs' tremblin' steps and voices, Timid-lak a-drawin' Den she tu'ns to "
Rock of Ages," to de cross she clings, An' you fin' yo' teahs a-drappin' When Malindy sings.
Who dat says dat humble 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 above dis buryin' sod, Ez hit makes its way in glory To de gates of God!
Oh, hit's sweetah dan de music Of an edicated band; An' hit's 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 echoes callin' F'om de 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.