Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

Now if you've ever held a knife
You know my father
And if a better 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 almost cut his off
When he took it for a
Now the knife was for darker things
And you could not the rules

Well, he let me take it 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 knife and he one
And he put it in his bottom
Without a hard one

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

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

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

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

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

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