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 play that fiddle all night long

Now the women folk they would work out in the
You could smell that food for 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 as all the kids got tired of playin' horseshoes
she'd call me over to her side
You she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her light up with pride

And then she'd bring out worn out family album
Its pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and and tell 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 in my mama's eyes

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

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

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

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

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