Luyện nghe bài hát I Got The Guns

Roger

They are little more 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 home to Texas again.
They've seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Canyon.
Hunting trips in the freezing snow and up the sun.
now apart of me, I got the guns.

I really got to know him I was much to young
He died on the Corpus 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 sweet the sound" he sung
Sometimes I can hear him when I fire them

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

Nana lived on a few years until Christmas '79
I thank God for those memories of mine
My sister told me in confidence her secret birthday wish,
"dear bring Nana back to us"
But instead she got her earrings old 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 someday if I try my best I'll be the man he was
He knew lasted longer. The great depression only 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 when I his guns

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