Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

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

Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we 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 ring binder
We flipped on 'em anyway

There's a at his sister taken in July
On the of the church pulling out his tie
Hair's still wet from gettin' baptized, the brand new blue 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 wide
Head to toe in black and
Long black Lincoln waiting the drive
He was father, son, husband and
I flip through it every now and then
I need just a few words of advice
It's almost like not really gone
And I one day I'll be passin' on
The book of