Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the
I was so ragged folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me it
deep down 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
he never had
He did when the times got bad
The money from the crops he raised
Barely the bills we made

For, life had kick him to the ground
he tried to get up
Life would him back down
One day called me to his dyin' 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 Papa passed away, and
I became a man day
So I told Mama I was quit school, but
She said that was Daddy's rule

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
I felt that I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away home
But I would what my daddy said
With in his eyes 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 washed all the away
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
Whole on my shoulders
And you know, Mama
What I was through, 'cause

day I had to work the fields
Cause that's the way we got our meals
You see, I was the of the family
And everybody 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 to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I tears
But my daddy's voice kept me through the

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

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

I can still hear Papa, he said