Luyện nghe bài hát I Got The Guns

Roger

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

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

I've seen tears in grown eyes when they speak of their granddad
Then they laugh at how he spoiled to the bone
I don't have those memories I can hold on to
So I keep on to his old guns

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

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

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