Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

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

Now the women folk they work out in the kitchen
You could smell that food for 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 playin'
she'd call me over to her side
You she'd 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 some with corners
She'd and point and tell me funny stories
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 much I'd her
For I'd put teardrops in my mama's

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

Through all those years in prison she 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 been so good

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

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

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 keep on her night
Right next to the until the day she dies
next to the Bible until the day she dies