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 deep 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 from the he raised
Barely paid the bills we

For, had kick him down to the ground
he tried to get up
Life would him back down
One day Papa 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, all left up to you

Two days Papa passed away, and
I a man that day
So I told I was gonna quit school, but
She that was Daddy's strictest rule

So mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away home
But I remember what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his bed

He said,
I'm on you, son
I to do my best
up to you to do the rest

Then one day a strong rain
And washed all the crops
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 the fields
Cause that's the 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, give him the to face another day

So years have passed and all the kids are
The angels took Mama to a new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded
But my daddy's voice me through the years

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

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

I can hear Papa, what he said