Luyện nghe bài hát Patches of Blue

i was born and raised in alabama on a farm way back up in the woods

i was so ragged folks used to call me patches papa used to tease me about it deep down inside he was hurt cause he done all he could

My was a great old man
i can see him a shouvel in his hand
see he never had but
he did wonders the times got bad
the money from the crops he raised
barley paid the we made

oh had kicked him down to the ground
he tried to get up life would kick him back down

one day papa me to his dying bed
put his hands on my shoulders and he said he
he Patches im depending on you son
to pull the through
my son its all up to you

two days later papa pased away and i a man that day
so i mama i was gonna quit school an she said that was daddys strictest rule

so every mornin befor i went to
i fed the chickens and i wood too

i felt like i couldent go on i wanted to leave just run away from home
but i would remember what my daddy tears in his eyes on his dying bed

he said im depending on you son
ive tried to do my
its up to you to do the

then one day a strong rain came an washed all the away
an at the age of thirteen i felt like i was carring the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
and you know mama knew what i was going

cause everyday we had to work the fields the only way we got our meals
you see i was the oldest in the family an every else depended on me
every night i heard my moma prey lord give him strength to make day

though the years passed
the kids are all
the angels took to a brand knew home
lord people ive shed some tears
my daddys voice pounding in my ears

saying patches im depending on you son ive tried to do my
its up to you to do the

i can hear papa say patches im depending on you son to pull the family my son its all left up to you
patches im depending on you son to pull the family

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