Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the
I was so ragged that used to call me Patches
Papa used to me about it
'Cause deep down he was hurt
'Cause he'd all he could

My was a great old man
I can see him with a in his hands, see
Education he had
He did when the times got bad
The little money from the he raised
Barely paid the we made

For, life had kick him down to the
When he to get up
Life would kick him back
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 through
My son, it's all up to you

Two days later passed 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' 'fore I to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
Sometimes I that I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run from home
But I would what my daddy said
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 rain came
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
I was goin' through, 'cause

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

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

Sing,
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the through
My son, all left up to you

Oh, I can still hear Papa's voice
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 the family through
My son, it's all up to you