Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

My was a great old man
I can see him a shovel in his hands, see
Education he had
He did wonders when the got bad
The little money the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we

For, had kick him down to the ground
When he to get up
Life would him back down
One day Papa 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 family
My son, it's all up to you

Two later Papa passed away, and
I became a man 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
I felt that I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, run away from home
But I would remember what my daddy
tears in his eyes 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 all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
Whole world on my
And you know, Mama
I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to work the
that's the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of the
And everybody depended on me
Every I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the to face another day

So years have passed and all the are grown
The angels Mama to a brand new home
knows, people, I shedded tears
But my daddy's voice me through the years

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

Oh, I can still 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