Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

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

Now the women folk they would out in the kitchen
You could smell food for miles and miles around, Paw
He was prayin' my brother Jack would him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could wash viddle down

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

And then she'd bring out that worn out family
Its faded pictures some with corners
She'd and point and tell me funny stories
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 I knew how much 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 still a baby in my mama's
That old album she'll keep on her night stand
next to the Bible until the day she dies

Through all those years in she stuck 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 always so good

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

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

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