Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

Papa to tease me about it
'Cause down inside he was hurt
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 wonders the times got bad
The little from the crops he raised
Barely the bills we made

For, life had kick him to the ground
he tried to get up
Life kick him back down

One day papa called me to his bed
Put his on my shoulders
And in his he said

He said, "Patches
I'm on you, son
To pull the family
My son, all left 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 mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I wood too
Sometimes I that I couldn't go on

I wanted to leave, just run away home
But I would remember my daddy said
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 and washed all the crops away
And at the age of I thought I was carryin'
The weight of the whole world on my
And you know, Mama what I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to the fields
that's the only 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 have passed and all the are grown
The angels took mama to a new home
knows, people, I shedded tears
But my voice 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 hear papa's voice sayin', "Patches
I'm on you, son
I've tried to do my
up to you to do the rest"