Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

I remember it all very lookin' back
It was the summer I turned
We lived in a one room, shack
On the of New Orleans
We didn't have money for or rent
To say the least we were hard
Then Mama every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin'

Mama washed and combed and my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips then I into a satin
Dancin' dress that had a split on the side up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me
Standin' back from the glass
stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood

She here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Here's one chance Fancy don't let me down

Mama dabbed a bit of perfume on my neck
And she kissed my
Then I saw the tears up in her troubled eyes
When she started to
She looked at a shack
And then she looked at me and took a ragged
She your Pa's run off and I'm real sick
And the baby's starve to death

She handed me a heart shaped that said
"To thine own be true"
And I shivered as I watched a crawl across
The toe of my high heel
It sounded like somebody else was talkin'
Askin' Mama do I do
She said just be nice to the gentlemen
And be nice to you

She said here's your Fancy don't let me down
Here's your one Fancy don't let me down
Lord forgive me for I do, but if you want out
Well up to you
Now don't let me down you start movin' uptown

Well, was the last time I saw my Ma
The night I left that shack
The welfare people and took the baby
Mama and I ain't been back

But the of fate had started to turn
And for me was no way out
And it very long 'til I knew exactly
my Mama's been talkin' about

I knew what I had to do but I made this solemn vow
That I's be a lady someday
Though I know when or how
I couldn't see the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame you
I have been born just plain white trash
But was my name

Here's your one chance Fancy let me down
Here's your one chance Fancy let me down

It wasn't long after a benevolent man
me off the street
And one week I was pourin' his tea
In a five room suite

I a king, a congressman
And an occasional
Then I got me a Georgia
In an elegant New York flat
And I done bad

Now in world there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrite
would call me bad
And Mama for turning me out
No how little we had

But though I ain't had to worry nothin'
For nigh on years
I can still hear the in my poor
Mama's voice in my ear

She said, your one chance Fancy don't let me down
your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Lord, forgive me for I do
But if you out well it's up to you
Now let me down
Your Mama's gonna help you

I she did