Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised down in
On a farm way up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me
Papa to tease me about it
'Cause deep inside he was hurt
'Cause he'd all he could

My papa was a 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 the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we

For, life had kick him to the ground
When he to get up
Life would kick him down
One day called 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 through
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 was Daddy's strictest rule

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, run away from home
But I would remember my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his 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 all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
world 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 of the family
And everybody depended on me
Every night I heard my Mama
Lord, give him the strength to make day

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

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

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

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