Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that used to call me Patches
Papa to tease me about it
'Cause deep inside he was hurt
he'd 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 when the got bad
The little money from the crops he
Barely paid the bills we

For, life had 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 hands on my
And in his he said

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

Two later Papa passed away, and
I became a man day
So I Mama I was gonna quit school, but
She said that was Daddy's strictest

So mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away home
But I would remember what my 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 washed all the away
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
Whole on my shoulders
And you know, Mama
I was goin' through, 'cause

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

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

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

Oh, I can still hear Papa's voice
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
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the family
My son, all left up to you