Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

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

My father was a man
He was a by his trade
And only did I ever see
Him misuse the

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 a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a

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

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

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

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

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

And when we got back to the
Well, they asked me what I
Not the law books, not the
Oh, I need the things haunted

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