Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and down in Alabama
On a way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me
Papa used to me about it
'Cause down 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
he never had
He did when the times got bad
The little money from the crops he
Barely paid the we made

For, had kick him down to the ground
he tried to get up
Life would kick him 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 the family through
My son, all left up to you

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

So every 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from
But I would remember my daddy said
tears in his eyes on his dyin' bed

He said,
I'm on you, son
I tried to do my
It's up to you to do the

Then one day a strong rain
And all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
Whole world on my
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 oldest of the
And everybody else on me
night I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to make day

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

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

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

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