Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

Now if ever held a Randall knife
You know my father
And if a better blade was made
It was probably forged in

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

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

Well, he let me it camping once
On a Boy Scout
And I broke a 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 and there it stayed
For twenty odd years
Sort of Excalibur
Except for a tear

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

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

So we his ashes out to sea
And `em off the stern
And then threw the roses in the
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 need the he's haunted

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