Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the
I was so ragged that folks used to call me
Papa used to me about it
'Cause deep down inside he was
'Cause he'd done all he

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 money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the we made

For, life had 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 he said

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

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

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the chickens and I wood too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, 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
It's up to you to do the

Then one day a strong came
And washed all the crops
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
Whole world on my
And you know, knew
What I was goin' through,

day I had to work the fields
'Cause the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the of the family
And everybody depended on me
Every night I heard my Mama
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 pull the family
My son, it's all up to you

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

I can hear Papa, what he said
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the family
My son, all left up to you