Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a farm way up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks to call me Patches

Papa used to tease me it
'Cause deep down inside he was
he'd done all he could

My papa was a old man
I can see him a shovel in his hands, see
Education he had

He did when the times got bad
The little money from the he raised
Barely paid the we made

For, life had kick him to the ground
he tried to get up
Life kick him back down

One day called me to his dyin' bed
Put his hands on my
And in his tears he

He said, "Patches
I'm on you, son
To pull the through
My son, it's all up to you"

Two days later passed away
And I became a man day
So I told mama I was gonna quit
But she that was daddy's strictest rule

So every 'fore I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I go on

I wanted to leave, just run away home
But I remember what my daddy said
With in his eyes on his dyin' bed

He said, "Patches
I'm on you, son
I to do my best
up to you to do the rest"

Then one day a strong rain came and washed all the away
And at the age of thirteen I thought I was
The weight of the whole on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew what I was through, 'cause

day I had to work the fields
'Cause that's the way we got our meals
See, I was the oldest of the
And else depended on me

Every I heard my mama pray
Lord, give him the
To make day

So years have and all the kids are grown
The angels took mama to a brand new
Lord knows, people, I tears
But my daddy's voice kept me the years

Sing, "Patches
I'm on you, son
To the family through
My son, it's all up to you"

Oh, I can still hear voice sayin', "Patches
I'm on you, son
tried to do my best
up to you to do the rest"