Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

My papa was a old man
I can see him a shovel in his hands, see
he never had
He did wonders the times got bad
The little money from the he raised
Barely paid the we made

For, life had kick him down to the
he tried to get up
Life kick him back down
One day Papa called me to his bed
Put his on my shoulders
And in his he said

He said,
I'm on you, son
To the family through
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 rule

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from
But I would remember my daddy said
tears 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

one day a strong rain came
And all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I
I was the weight of the
world on my shoulders
And you know, knew
What I was through, 'cause

Every day I had to the fields
Cause the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of the
And everybody else on me
Every I heard my Mama pray
Lord, him the strength to face another day

So years have and all the kids are grown
The angels took to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded
But my daddy's voice 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 hear voice sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the

I can still hear Papa, what he