Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

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

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

Well, it almost cut his off
When he it for a tool
Now the knife was for darker things
And you not bend the rules

Well, he let me it camping once
On a Boy jamboree
And I broke a 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 drawer
Without a hard one

it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd
Sort of like
waiting for a tear

My died when I was forty
And I couldn't 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 deserved a better
And I was not ready

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

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

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