Luyện nghe bài hát When Malindy Sings

G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat book away; What's de use to keep 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 F'om de kitchen to de big woods When sings.
You got de nachel o'gans 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 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' 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 Malindy sings.
Ain't you nevah Malindy?
soul, tek up de cross!
Look hyeah, you jokin', honey?
Well, you know 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.
When sings.
Fiddlin' man jes' stop his fiddlin', Lay his fiddle on de Mockin'-bird quit tryin' to whistle, '
he jes' so shamed 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' huh mouf and hollahs, "
Come to Jesus," twell you hyeah 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 humble praises Wif de Master counts?
Heish yo' mouf, I hyeah dat music, Ez hit rises up an' mounts-- Floatin' by de hills an' valleys, Way above dis sod, Ez hit makes its way in glory To de very gates of God!
Oh, hit's sweetah dan de music Of an edicated An' hit's 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 still; 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.