Luyện nghe bài hát When Malindy Sings

G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'?
Ef you practise you're gray, You cain't sta'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.
Tell you one thing now, 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 sence it, An' de chune comes in, in spots; But fu' real malojous music, Dat jes' strikes yo' hea't and clings, you stan' an' listen wif me When Malindy sings.
Ain't you 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, dey moufs an' hides dey face.
When sings.
Fiddlin' man jes' stop his fiddlin', Lay his 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' spreads huh and hollahs, "
to Jesus," twell you hyeah Sinnahs' tremblin' steps and voices, Timid-lak a-drawin' neah; 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 praises Wif de nevah counts?
Heish yo' mouf, I hyeah dat music, Ez hit rises up an' 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 music Of an edicated band; An' dearah dan de battle's Song o' triumph in de lan'.
It seems holier dan evenin' When de solemn chu'ch 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 de echoes callin' F'om de valley to de hill?
Let me listen, I can hyeah it, Th'oo de of angel's wings, Sof' an' sweet, "
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," Ez sings.