Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

We sittin' round the supper table and the buzz of the frigidaire
Was the only 'til momma laid down, a book she found upstairs
It was in dust in the back of the closet,
box we almost tossed it out
We could have all those memories

There was a picture of mama in the pouring
Ticket stubs to a game
Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi,
There was a of him callin' on grandpa
Leather skin a baseball
We laughed and cried, stories all night long
From the of John

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

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

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