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 used to call me

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

My was a great 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 the crops he raised
Barely the bills we made

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

One day papa called me to his 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 days later passed away
And I became a man day
So I told mama I was quit school
But she said was daddy's strictest rule

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

I wanted to leave, just run away from
But I would remember my daddy said
tears in his eyes 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 strong rain came and washed all the crops
And at the age of thirteen I I was carryin'
The weight of the world on my shoulders
And you know, knew what I was goin' 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 else depended on me

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

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

Sing, "Patches
I'm on you, son
To pull the family
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"