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 ones dat rants and rings de kitchen to de big woods When Malindy sings.
You ain't got de nachel o'gans Fu' to make de 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 no easy 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' real malojous music, Dat jes' strikes yo' hea't and clings, Jes' you stan' an' listen wif me When sings.
Ain't you nevah hyeahd
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 moufs an' dey face.
Malindy sings.
Fiddlin' man jes' stop his fiddlin', Lay his fiddle on de Mockin'-bird quit tryin' to whistle, '
Cause he jes' so hisse'f.
Folks a-playin' on de banjo Draps dey fingahs on de Bless yo' soul--fu'gits to move 'em, When Malindy sings.
She spreads huh mouf and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," twell you 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' teahs a-drappin' When 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 above dis buryin' sod, Ez hit makes its way in glory To de very of God!
Oh, sweetah dan de music 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 Malindy sings.
Towsah, stop dat ba'kin', 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 wings, Sof' an' sweet, "
Low, Sweet Chariot," Ez Malindy sings.