Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

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

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

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

Well, he let me take it once
On a Boy jamboree
And I a half an inch off
Trying to it in a tree

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

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

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

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

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

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

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