Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

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

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

He did when the times got bad
The little from the crops he raised
Barely the bills we made

For, had kick him down to the ground
When he to get up
Life would kick him 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 the family through
My son, it's all up to you"

Two days papa passed away
And I a man that day
So I mama I was gonna quit school
But she said that was strictest rule

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

I to leave, just run away from home
But I would what my daddy said
With tears in his on his dyin' bed

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

Then one day a rain came and washed all the crops away
And at the age of I thought I was carryin'
The weight of the world 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 of the family
And everybody else on me

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

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

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

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