Luyện nghe bài hát Patches of Blue

i was born and down 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 cours deep down inside he was hurt he done all he could

My was a great old man
i can see him a shouvel in his hand
see education he had but
he did wonders the times got bad
the little money from the crops he
paid the bills we made

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

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

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

so every mornin befor i to school
i fed the and i choped wood too

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

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

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

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

though the years have
the kids are all
the angels moma to a brand knew home
knows people ive shed some tears
my daddys voice pounding in my ears

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

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

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