Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the
I was so ragged that used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me it
Cause deep down he was hurt
Cause he'd done all he

My papa was a 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 the crops he raised
Barely the bills we made

For, life had kick him down to the
he tried to get up
Life would kick him back
One day called me to his dyin' bed
Put his hands on my
And in his tears he

He said,
I'm on you, son
To the family through
My son, all left up to you

Two later Papa passed away, and
I a man that day
So I told Mama I was quit school, but
She said that was strictest rule

So mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I wood too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from
But I would remember what my daddy
With 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 washed all the crops
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
Whole world on my
And you know, knew
What I was goin' through,

day I had to work the fields
Cause that's the only way we got our
You see, I was the of the family
And everybody depended on me
Every night I heard my Mama
Lord, him the strength to face another day

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

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

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

I can still Papa, what he said