Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

My was a great 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 the crops he raised
paid the bills we made

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

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

Two days Papa passed away, and
I became a man day
So I Mama I was gonna quit school, but
She that was Daddy's strictest rule

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
I felt that I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave, just run away home
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
up to you to do the rest

Then one day a strong rain
And washed all the away
And at the age of 13 I
I was carryin' the of the
Whole on my shoulders
And you know, knew
I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to the fields
that's the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the of the family
And everybody else on me
Every night I heard my Mama
Lord, give him the to make another day

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

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

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

I can hear Papa, what he said
Patches, I'm on you, son
To pull the family
My son, it's all up to you