Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

There was a picture of mama in the rain
stubs to a Braves game
Silver star and a baggage from Hanoi, Vietnam
was a picture of him callin' on grandpa
Leather skin from a
We and cried, told stories all night long
From the of John

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

a picture at his sister taken in July
On the steps of the church 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 wedding
We ourselves grow up there in his arms
In the book of

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