Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

There was a picture of mama in the rain
Ticket to a Braves game
Silver star and a baggage claim Hanoi, Vietnam
There was a of him callin' on grandpa
Leather from a baseball
We laughed and cried, told stories all long
the book of John

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

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

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