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 folks used to call me
Papa to tease me about it
'Cause deep down he was hurt
he'd 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 from the he raised
Barely paid the we made

For, life had kick him down to the
When he 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 pull the through
My son, it's all up to you

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

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I that I couldn't go on
I to leave, just run away from home
But I would what my daddy said
With tears in his 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 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 that's the only way we got our
You see, I was the of the family
And else depended on me
Every night I my Mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to make day

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

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