Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me it
deep down inside he was hurt
Cause he'd done all he

My was a great old man
I can see him with a in his hands, see
he never had
He did wonders when the got bad
The little money from the crops he
Barely the bills we made

For, life had kick him 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,
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 that was Daddy's rule

So every mornin' 'fore I went to
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I to leave, just run away from home
But I remember what my daddy said
With tears in his on his dyin' bed

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

Then one day a strong rain
And washed all the away
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
Whole world on my
And you know, Mama
I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to work the
that's the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the of the family
And everybody else on me
Every night I heard my Mama
Lord, give him the to face another day

So years have passed and all the kids are
The angels took Mama to a brand new
Lord knows, people, I shedded
But my voice kept 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 hear voice sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
I've to do my best
It's up to you to do the

I can hear Papa, what he said