Luyện nghe bài hát Book of John

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

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

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

a picture at his sister taken in July
On the of the church 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 ourselves up there in his arms
In the of John

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