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
used to tease me about it
Cause down inside he was hurt
Cause he'd done all he

My papa was a 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 the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we

For, life had kick him down to the
he tried to get up
Life 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, all left up to you

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

So every 'fore I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
I felt that I couldn't go on
I to leave, just run away from home
But I would remember what my said
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

one day a strong rain came
And all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama
What I was through, 'cause

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

So years have passed and all the are grown
The took Mama to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded
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 hear Papa's voice
Patches, I'm on you, son
I've tried to do my
It's up to you to do the

I can still Papa, what he said