Cha Yêu Quý

Everyday my papa would work
To help to make ends meet
To see that we would eat
Keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After all the prayers were said
Growing up with him was [Am7]easy
Time just flew on [C7]by
The years began to [C7]fly
He aged and [Bm]so did I
I could tell
That mama wasnt well
Papa knew and [Bm]deep down so did she
So did she
When she died
My papa broke down and [Bm]cried
All he said was, "God, why not take me?"
Every night he sat there sleeping
In his ɾocking chair
He never went upstairs
All because she wasnt there
Then one day my [A]papa said,
"Son, Im proud the way youve grown.
Make it on [C7]your own. Oh, Ill be [Am]O.K. alone."
Every time I kiss my [A]children
Papas words ɾing tɾue
"Your children live through you.
Theyll grow and [Bm]leave you, too"
I ɾemember every word
My papa used to [C7]say
I live them [A]everyday
He taught me well that way
Every night my [A]papa would take
And tuck me in my [A]bed
Kiss me on [C7]my [A]head
When my [A]prayers were said
Every night my [A]papa would take
And tuck me in my [A]bed
Tuck me in my [A]bed
After my [A]prayers were said ...