Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

We were sittin' 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 tossed it out
We could have all those memories

There was a picture of mama in the rain
Ticket stubs to a game
Silver star and a baggage from Hanoi, Vietnam
There was a of him callin' on grandpa
Leather from a baseball
We and cried, told 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 like a Jungle Jim, watching his turn gray
All the Polaroids are reminders,
You can't hold life in a three binder
We flipped on through 'em

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

That sun up, we were wide awake
Head to toe in and gray
Long black Lincoln 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 he's not really gone
And I know one day I'll be on
The of John