Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

Now if you've ever held a Randall
You know my 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 once did I see
Him the blade

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

Well, he let me take it 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 bottom
a hard word one

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

My father died I was forty
And I find a way to cry
Not because I love him
Not because he try

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

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

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

Oh, my hand burned for the Randall
There in the bottom
And I found a tear for my life
And all that it for