Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

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

Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we another page
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 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 up receipt for a wedding ring
We watched grow up there in his arms
In the of John

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 every now and
When I need just a few words of
almost like he's not really gone
And I know one day I'll be on
The book of