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
'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 the bills we made

For, life had kick him to the ground
he tried to get up
Life kick him back down
One day Papa me to his dyin' bed
Put his hands on my
And in his tears he

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

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

So mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I go on
I wanted to leave, just run away 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
up to you to do the rest

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

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

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

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

Oh, I can still hear Papa's sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
tried 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, all left up to you