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 used to call me
Papa used to me about it
Cause deep inside he was hurt
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
Barely paid the we made

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

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

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

So mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run from home
But I would remember what my 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 strong came
And washed all the away
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama
I was goin' through, 'cause

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

So years passed and all the kids are grown
The took Mama to a brand new home
knows, people, I shedded tears
But my daddy's voice kept me 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 voice sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
I've to do my best
up to you to do the rest

I can still Papa, what he said