Luyện nghe bài hát I Got The Guns

Roger

They are little more a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now are mine.
They've been all the way to Utah, then home to Texas again.
seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Grand Canyon.
Hunting in the freezing snow and up before the sun.
They're now of me, I got the guns.

I never really got to him I was much to young
He died on the Corpus Christi Bay I was one.
A Christian man I knew, but he was oh so proud of me.
He ran the nursery at the for free
"Amazing Grace how the sound" he always sung
I can hear him when I fire them guns

I've seen tears in grown men's eyes they speak of their granddad
Then they laugh at how he then to the bone
I don't have those that I can hold on to
So I keep hanging on to his old

Nana lived on a few more years Christmas '79
I thank God for those memories of mine
My sister told me in confidence her innocent secret wish,
"dear Lord Nana back to us"
But instead she got her earrings old time and she had fun
Me, I was 8 old and I got the guns

I was only daughter's son, his and all his love
Maybe if I try my best I'll be half the man he was
He knew love lasted longer. The great depression made him stronger
He saved his and prayed to God each night
He knew how to weather times and showed us how to overcome
I can feel his strength I hold his guns

Just and old bolt-action 16
And my 410
A 270 that my dad once
He brought a deer in