Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was and raised down in Alabama
On a way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that used to call me Patches

Papa used to me about it
'Cause deep inside he was hurt
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 wonders the times got bad
The little money the crops he raised
Barely paid the we made

For, had kick him down to the ground
When he to get up
Life would kick him back

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

He said, "Patches
I'm on you, son
To the family through
My son, all left up to you"

Two later papa passed away
And I a man that day
So I mama I was gonna quit school
But she said that was daddy's strictest

So mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on

I wanted to leave, run away from home
But I remember what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his 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 and washed all the crops away
And at the age of thirteen I thought I was
The weight of the whole on my shoulders
And you know, Mama what I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to the fields
'Cause that's the only way we got our
See, I was the of the family
And everybody depended on me

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

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

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

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