Luyện nghe bài hát Patches

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

My papa was a old man
I can see him a shovel in his hands, see
he never had
He did wonders when the 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 called me to his dyin' bed
Put his on my shoulders
And in his he said

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

Two later Papa passed away, and
I a man that day
So I told I was gonna quit school, but
She said was Daddy's strictest rule

So every mornin' 'fore I to school
I fed the and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from
But I remember what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his bed

He said,
I'm on you, son
I to do my best
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
world on my shoulders
And you know, knew
What I was goin' through,

day I had to work the fields
'Cause that's the only way we got our
You see, I was the oldest of the
And else depended on me
Every night I heard my Mama
Lord, give him the strength to make day

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

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

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

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