Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

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

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

There's a 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 watched ourselves grow up in his arms
In the book of

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