Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

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

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

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

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

And I'd sit and reminisce each with her
And I'd listen to her and her sighs
But underneath I knew how I'd hurt her
For I'd put 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 album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible the day she dies

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

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

And she read all the they wrote about me
But she knew in her heart that it was lies
No she don't hide her head in shame someone says my name
You'll no teardrops in my mama's eyes

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