Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

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

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

There's a 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 keys to his
A crumpled up for a wedding ring
We watched ourselves up there in his arms
In the book of

That sun came up, we wide awake
Head to toe in and gray
Long black waiting down the drive
He was father, son, husband and
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 one day I'll be passin' on
The book of