时间:2019-02-11 作者:英语课 分类:The Voice 美国好声音


英语课

I remember it all very well lookin' back



It was the summer I turned eighteen

We lived in a one room, rundown shack



On the outskirts of New Orleans



We didn't have money for food or rent



To say the least we were hard pressed

Then Mama spent every last penny she had



To buy me a dancin' dress



Mama washed and combed and curled my hair

And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into



A satin'



Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up

To my hip



It was red velvet trim and it fit me good



Standin' back from the lookin' glass



There stood a woman where a half grown kid



Had stood

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



Me down



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



Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck



And she kissed my cheek

Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eys



When she started to speak



She looked at a pitiful shack And



Then she looked at me and took a ragged



Breath



She said your Pa's run off and I'm real sick



And the baby's gonna starve to death



She handed me a heart shaped locket that said



"To thine own self be true"



And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl accross



The toe of my high heeled shoe

It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'



Askin' Mama what do I do



She said be nice to the gentlemen Fancy

And they'll be nice to you



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



Here's your one chance Fancy

Don't let me down



Lord forgive me for what I do,

But if you want out



Well it's up to you

Now don't let me down



Movin' uptown



It wasn't long after that benevolent man



Took me off the street

And one week later I was pourin' his tea



In a five room hotel suite

I charmed a king, congressman



And an occasional aristocrat



Then I got me a Georgia mansion



In an elegant New York townhouse flat



Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous

Hippocrates That would call me bad



And criticize Mama for turning me out



No matter how little we had



But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'

For nigh on fifteen years



I can still hear the desperation in my poor

Mama's voice ringin' in my ear



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



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

Lord, forgive me for what I do

But if you want out well it's up to you

Now don't let me down



You Mama's gonna move you uptown



Don't let me down



You Mama's gonna move you uptown