Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the
I was so ragged that folks to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me it
'Cause down 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 wonders the times got bad
The little money from the crops he
paid the bills we made

For, life had kick him down to the
he tried to get up
Life would him back down
One day called 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 Papa passed away, and
I a man that day
So I told Mama I was gonna school, but
She said that was Daddy's strictest

So mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I that I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from
But I remember what my daddy said
With tears in his on his dyin' bed

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

one day a strong rain came
And washed all the away
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
world on my shoulders
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 else on me
Every night I heard my pray
Lord, him the strength 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 voice kept me through the years

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

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

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