Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

My was a great old man
I can see him a shovel in his hands, see
he never had
He did wonders the times got bad
The money from 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 down
One day Papa called me to his bed
Put his hands on my
And in his tears he

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

Two days later passed away, and
I a man that day
So I told I was gonna quit school, but
She said was Daddy's strictest rule

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

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

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

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

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

Sing,
Patches, I'm on you, son
To the family through
My son, it's all up to you

Oh, I can still Papa's voice sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the

I can still hear Papa, he said