Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a farm way up in the woods
I was so that folks used to call me Patches
used to tease me about it
Cause down inside he was hurt
Cause he'd all he could

My was a great old man
I can see him with a in his hands, see
he never had
He did wonders the times got bad
The money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the we made

For, life had kick him to the ground
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 later Papa passed away, and
I a man that day
So I told Mama I was quit school, but
She said that was strictest rule

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I that I couldn't go on
I to leave, just run away from 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
up to you to do the rest

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

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
Every I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to face 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 daddy's voice kept me the years

Sing,
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the family
My son, it's all up to you

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

I can still hear Papa, what he