Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

For, had kick him down to the ground
When he to get up
Life would him back down
One day Papa 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 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 said that was Daddy's rule

So every 'fore I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from
But I would remember my daddy said
With tears in his on his dyin' bed

He said,
I'm on you, son
I tried to do my
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 carryin' the of the
Whole on my shoulders
And you know, Mama
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 everybody else on me
Every night I heard my Mama
Lord, give him the strength to face day

So years have passed and all the kids are
The took Mama 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 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, he said