Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

There was a of mama in the pouring rain
Ticket stubs to a game
Silver star and a baggage from 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, watching his hair gray
All the Polaroids are reminders,
You hold life in a three ring binder
We flipped on 'em anyway

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

That sun came up, we were awake
to toe in black and gray
Long black Lincoln waiting the drive
He was father, son, husband and
I still flip 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 I'll be on
The of John