Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

I was born and raised in Alabama
On a way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me
used to tease me about it
'Cause down inside he was hurt
'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 money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the we made

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

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

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

So every 'fore I went to school
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 what my daddy
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

Then one day a rain came
And all the crops 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 work the
'Cause the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of the
And else depended on me
Every I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the to make another day

So have passed and all the kids are grown
The took Mama to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I tears
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 Papa's voice sayin'
Patches, I'm on you, son
I've tried to do my
It's up to you to do the

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