Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

My father had a knife
My mother it to him
he went off to World War II
To us all from ruin

Now if you've ever a Randall knife
You my father well
And if a better was ever made
It was forged in hell

My was a good man
He was a lawyer by his
And once did I ever see
Him misuse the

Well, it cut his thumb off
When he it for a tool
Now the knife was made for things
And you could not the rules

Well, he let me it camping once
On a Boy Scout
And I a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a

Well, I hid it from him for a
But the and he were one
And he put it in his drawer
Without a word one

There it slept and there it
For twenty odd years
of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a

My died when I was forty
And I find a way to cry
Not because I didn't him
Not because he try

Well, I'd for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and
But he a better tear
And I was not ready

So we his ashes out to sea
And `em off the stern
And threw the roses in the wake
Of everything learned

And when we got to the house
Well, they asked me I wanted
Not the law books, not the
Oh, I need the things he's

Oh, my hand burned for the knife
There in the drawer
And I found a for my father's life
And all it stood for