Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was and raised down in Alabama
On a way back up in the woods
I was so ragged folks used to call me Patches
Papa to tease me about it
deep down inside he was hurt
'Cause done all he could

My was a great old man
I can see him a shovel in his hands, see
Education he had
He did wonders the times got bad
The little money from the crops he
paid the bills we made

For, life had kick him down to the
he tried to get up
Life would kick him back
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 family
My son, all left up to you

Two days later Papa 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' I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
I felt that I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, run away from home
But I would remember what my daddy
With tears in his eyes on his bed

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

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

Every day I had to the fields
'Cause that's the only way we got our
You see, I was the oldest of the
And everybody depended on me
night I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the to make another day

So years have and all the kids are grown
The angels took to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded
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 sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
I've tried to do my
up to you to do the rest

I can still hear Papa, he said
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the through
My son, it's all up to you