Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and down in Alabama
On a way back up in the woods
I was so that folks used to call me Patches

Papa to tease me about it
'Cause deep down inside he was
'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
Barely paid the bills we

For, life had kick him down to the
When he to get up
would kick him back down

One day papa me to his dyin' bed
Put his hands on my
And in his tears he

He said, "Patches
I'm on you, son
To the family through
My son, it's all up to you"

Two days later papa away
And I a man that day
So I told mama I was quit school
But she said that was daddy's strictest

So every 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped too
I felt that I couldn't go on

I wanted to leave, just run away home
But I would remember what my said
With in his eyes on his dyin' bed

He said, "Patches
I'm on you, son
I tried to do my
up to you to do the rest"

Then one day a strong rain came and washed all the away
And at the age of thirteen I I was carryin'
The of the whole world on my shoulders
And you know, knew what I was goin' through, 'cause

day I had to work the fields
'Cause the only way we got our meals
See, I was the oldest of the
And everybody else on me

Every I heard my mama pray
Lord, give him the
To make day

So years passed and all the kids are grown
The angels mama to a brand new home
knows, people, I shedded tears
But my voice kept me through the years

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

Oh, I can still hear papa's sayin', "Patches
I'm on you, son
I've to do my best
up to you to do the rest"