Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

We were sittin' round the supper and the buzz of the frigidaire
Was the only sound momma laid down, a book she found upstairs
It was covered in in the back of the closet,
Goodwill box we tossed it out
We could lost all those memories

There was a picture of in the pouring rain
Ticket stubs to a game
Silver star and a claim from Hanoi, Vietnam
was a picture of him callin' on grandpa
Leather from a baseball
We laughed and cried, told stories all night
From the book of

Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we turn another
climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, watching his hair turn gray
All the Polaroids are reminders,
You can't life in a three ring binder
We flipped on through 'em

There's a picture at his sister taken in
On the steps of the pulling out his tie
Hair's still wet from gettin' baptized, the new blue suit on
An old set of to his Chevrolet
A up receipt for a wedding ring
We watched ourselves up there in his arms
In the of John

sun came up, we were wide awake
Head to toe in and gray
Long black waiting down the drive
He was father, son, and friend
I flip through it every now and then
I need just a few words of advice
It's almost like he's not really
And I one day I'll be passin' on
The of John