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 and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all the way to Utah, then home to Texas again.
They've 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 know him I was to young
He on the Corpus Christi Bay when I was one.
A Christian man I barely knew, but he was oh so of me.
He ran the nursery at the for free
"Amazing how sweet the sound" he always sung
Sometimes I can hear him when I fire them

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

Nana lived on a few more years until '79
I thank God for childhood memories of mine
My sister me in confidence her innocent secret birthday wish,
"dear bring Nana 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 daughter's son, his pride and all his love
Maybe if I try my best I'll be half the man he was
He knew love lasted longer. The depression only made him stronger
He his pennied and prayed to God each night
He knew how to weather hard times and showed us how to
I can feel his strength when I hold his

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