Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

My papa was a old man
I can see him with a in his hands, see
Education he had
He did wonders when the got bad
The little money from the crops he
paid the bills we made

For, life had him down to the ground
he tried to get up
Life would kick him 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 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 rule

So every mornin' 'fore I went to
I fed the chickens and I wood too
I felt that 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 to do my best
up to you to do the rest

Then one day a rain came
And washed all the crops
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
Whole world on my
And you know, Mama
I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to the fields
'Cause the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the of the family
And else depended on me
Every night I heard my pray
Lord, give him the strength to another day

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

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

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

I can still hear Papa, he said
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the through
My son, all left up to you