Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy

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

Mama washed and combed and curled my
And she painted my and lips then I stepped 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' from the lookin' glass
There stood a where a half gown kid had stood

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

Mama dabbed a little bit of on my neck
And she kissed my
Then I saw the wellin' up in her troubled eyes
When she to speak
She looked at a shack
And then she at me and took a ragged breath
She said your Pa's run off and I'm sick
And the baby's gonna to death

She handed me a shaped locket that said
"To own self be true"
And I as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high shoe
It sounded like else that was talkin'
Askin' Mama do I do
She said just be nice to the Fancy
And be nice to you

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

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

But the wheels of had started to turn
And for me was no way out
And it wasn't very long 'til I exactly
my Mama's been talkin' about

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

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

It wasn't very long a benevolent man
me off the street
And one later I was pourin' his tea
In a room hotel suite

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

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

But though I ain't had to worry 'bout
For on fifteen years
I can hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's voice in my ear

She said, your one chance 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 it's up to you
Now let me down
Your gonna help you uptown

I she did