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 used to call me Patches

Papa used to tease me it
'Cause deep inside he was hurt
'Cause he'd 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 from the crops 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 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 family
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 said was daddy's strictest rule

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

I wanted to leave, just run from home
But I would remember my daddy said
tears 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 crops
And at the age of thirteen I I was carryin'
The of the whole world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew what I was goin' through,

day I had to work the fields
'Cause the only way we got our meals
See, I was the of the family
And everybody else on me

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

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

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

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