Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

On Sunday church there'd always be a picnic
There'd be kinfolks until dawn
Me I'd play the and my Uncle Merle would 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 Jack would bring him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could wash those down

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

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

And I'd sit and reminisce each picture her
And I'd to her laughter 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 never a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my mama's
That old album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she

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

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 meanings
And she to hear 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 don't hide her head in shame when says my name
You'll find no teardrops in my mama's

In my mama's eyes, I've 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
next to the Bible until the day she dies