Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

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

Now the women folk 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 wash those viddle down

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

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

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

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

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

Then through the fame she watched me blossom
From just a country singer 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 things they wrote 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 find no teardrops in my mama's

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