Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

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

Now the women they would work out in the kitchen
You smell that 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 down

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

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

And I'd sit and reminisce picture with her
And I'd to her laughter and her sighs
But underneath I knew how I'd hurt her
For I'd put teardrops in my mama's

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

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

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

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

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