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 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 when the times got bad
The little money 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 called me to his dyin' bed
Put his on my shoulders
And in his he said

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

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

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

I wanted to leave, run away from home
But I would what 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 away
And at the age of I thought I was carryin'
The of the whole world on my shoulders
And you know, knew what I was goin' through, 'cause

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

Every night I heard my pray
Lord, him the strength
To another day

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

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

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