Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

There was a picture of mama in the rain
Ticket to a Braves game
Silver and a baggage claim from Hanoi, Vietnam
There was a picture of him on grandpa
skin 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 another
We're climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, his hair turn gray
All the Polaroids are reminders,
You can't hold life in a ring binder
We flipped on 'em anyway

a picture 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 crumpled up receipt for a ring
We watched grow up there in his arms
In the book of

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