Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

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

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

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

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

And I'd sit and each picture 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, never done a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my mama's
That old family album she'll keep on her night
Right to the Bible until 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 when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge, I'd always been so

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

And she read all the 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 never done a wrong
I was a baby in my mama's eyes
old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right to the Bible until the day she dies
Right next to the Bible the day she dies