Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a farm way 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 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 little from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we

For, life had him down to the ground
he tried to get up
Life would him back down
One day called 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 days Papa 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 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I to leave, just run away from home
But I would remember what my daddy
With tears in his eyes on his 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 away
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
Whole on my shoulders
And you know, knew
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, him the strength to face another day

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

I can still hear Papa, what he