Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the
I was so ragged that folks used to me Patches
Papa used to me about it
Cause down inside he was hurt
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 when the got bad
The little money the crops he raised
paid the bills we made

For, life had him down to the ground
When he to get up
would kick 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 through
My son, it's all up to you

Two days later Papa away, and
I became a man day
So I Mama I was gonna quit school, but
She that was Daddy's 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 my daddy 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 rain
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, knew
I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to work the
Cause the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of the
And everybody else on me
night I heard my Mama pray
Lord, him the strength to face another day

So years have passed and all the kids are
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, all left up to you

Oh, I can still hear Papa's 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