Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

We were sittin' round the supper table and the 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,
box we almost tossed it out
We could have all those memories

There was a picture of in the pouring rain
Ticket to a Braves game
Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi,
There was a picture of him callin' on
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 Jungle Jim, watching his hair gray
All the are just reminders,
You can't hold life in a three ring
We flipped on 'em anyway

a picture at his sister taken in July
On the of the church pulling out his tie
Hair's still wet gettin' baptized, the brand new blue suit 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 of John

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