Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

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

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

He did wonders when the got bad
The money from the crops he raised
Barely the bills we made

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

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

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

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

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the chickens and I wood too
Sometimes I that I couldn't go on

I wanted to leave, run away from home
But I would remember what my daddy
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 came and washed all the away
And at the age of thirteen I I was carryin'
The weight of the whole on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew what I was through, 'cause

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

Every night I my mama pray
Lord, him the strength
To make day

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

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

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