Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a farm way up in the woods
I was so ragged folks used to call me Patches
Papa to tease me about 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
Education he had
He did wonders when the got bad
The little money the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we

For, life had him down to the ground
When he to get up
Life would kick him back
One day Papa me to his dyin' bed
Put his on my shoulders
And in his he said

He said,
I'm on you, son
To pull the family
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 quit school, but
She said that was Daddy's rule

So every mornin' I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
Sometimes I felt that I go on
I wanted to leave, just run away home
But I would remember my daddy said
With in his eyes on his dyin' bed

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

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

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

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

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

I can still Papa, what he said