Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

My had a Randall knife
My mother it to him
When he off to World War II
To save us all from

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

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

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

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

Well, I hid it from him for a
But the and he were one
And he put it in his drawer
a hard word one

There it slept and there it
For some odd years
of like Excalibur
Except for a tear

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

Well, I'd cried for every thing
Whiskey, and beauty
But he a better tear
And I was not quite

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

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

Oh, my burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom
And I a tear for my father's life
And all it stood for