Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

We were sittin' round the supper table and the buzz of the
Was the only sound 'til momma laid down, a she found upstairs
It was covered in dust in the of the closet,
Goodwill box we tossed 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 claim from Hanoi, Vietnam
was a picture of him callin' on grandpa
Leather from a baseball
We laughed and cried, stories all night long
the book of John

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

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

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