Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

We were round the supper table and the buzz of the frigidaire
Was the only sound 'til momma laid down, a book she found
It was covered in dust in the of the closet,
Goodwill box we almost it out
We could have lost all memories

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

Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we turn page
We're climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, his hair turn gray
All the are just reminders,
You can't hold life in a three binder
We flipped on 'em anyway

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

That sun came up, we wide awake
to toe in black and gray
Long Lincoln waiting down the drive
He was father, son, husband and
I flip through it every now and then
When I need just a few words of
It's almost like he's not gone
And I know one day be passin' on
The book of