Luyện nghe bài hát I Got The Guns

Roger

They are little than a few old guns handed down the line.
owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all the way to Utah, then back home to again.
They've seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Canyon.
Hunting trips in the freezing 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 died on the Corpus Bay when I was one.
A Christian man I barely knew, but he was oh so of me.
He ran the at the church for free
"Amazing how sweet the sound" he always sung
Sometimes I can him when I fire them guns

I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when speak of their granddad
Then laugh at how he spoiled then 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 until Christmas '79
I thank God for those childhood memories of
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 years old and I got the

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