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 to call me Patches
Papa to tease me about it
Cause deep inside he was hurt
Cause he'd all he could

My papa was a old man
I can see him with a in his hands, see
he never had
He did wonders the times got bad
The little money the crops he raised
paid the bills we made

For, life had kick him down to the
he tried to get up
Life would him back 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 pull the through
My son, all left up to you

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

So every mornin' I went to school
I fed the chickens and I 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
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 came
And washed all the crops
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
Whole on my shoulders
And you know, Mama
What I was through, 'cause

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

So years have and all the kids are grown
The angels took Mama to a brand new
Lord knows, people, I tears
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 still hear Papa's sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the

I can still Papa, what he said