Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

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 money from the he raised
paid the bills we made

For, life had kick him 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 tears he

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

Two later Papa passed away, and
I a man that day
So I told Mama I was gonna school, but
She said that was strictest rule

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

He said,
I'm on you, son
I to do my best
It's up to you to do the

Then one day a strong came
And washed all the crops
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama
What I was goin' through,

Every day I had to the fields
Cause the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the of the family
And everybody depended on me
night I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to face day

So years have passed and all the kids are
The angels Mama to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I tears
But my daddy's voice kept me the years

Sing,
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the family
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
It's up to you to do the

I can still hear Papa, what he