Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

On Sunday after there'd always be a picnic
There'd be kinfolks callin' dawn
Me I'd the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing
And he'd play that fiddle all night long

Now the women folk they would work out in the
You smell that food for miles and miles around, Paw
He was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some
so's that he could wash those viddle down

As soon as all the kids got tired of playin'
Mama she'd me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take pictures
You could see her light up with pride

And then bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with torn
She'd laugh and point and tell me funny
And look she'd say why the day that you were born

And I'd sit and reminisce picture with her
And I'd listen to her laughter and her
But underneath I knew how much I'd her
For I'd put teardrops in my eyes

In my mama's eyes, I've never a wrong thing
I was a baby in my mama's eyes
That old album she'll keep on her night stand
next to the Bible until the day she dies

Through all years in prison she stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she
Well I remember at my trial when she she loved me
And she the judge, I'd always been so good

Then later through the she watched me blossom
From just a local country singer to a big star
She listened to all my records for the hidden
And she came to me sing in all those dim lit bars

And she all the things they wrote about me
But she knew deep in her heart that it was
No she hide her head in shame when someone says my name
You'll find no in my mama's eyes

In my mama's eyes, I've done a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my eyes
That old family album she'll on her night stand
Right to the Bible until the day she dies
Right next to the until the day she dies