Luyện nghe bài hát Family Album

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

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

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

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

And I'd sit and each picture with her
And I'd listen to her laughter and her
But I knew how much I'd hurt her
For I'd put in my mama's eyes

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

Through all those years in prison she by me
And she came to visit she could
Well I remember at my trial she testified she loved me
And she told the judge, I'd always been so

Then later the fame she watched me blossom
From a local country 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 they wrote about me
But she knew 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 mama's
That old album she'll keep on her night stand
Right to the Bible until the day she dies
Right next to the Bible until the day she