Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

It was two shades of brown, scratched up
It held line, lures, hooks and matches
And his last name engraved in
Right by the handle on the top

I'd slide it out of the of his station wagon
Lug it the bank with my arm draggin'
And I could hardly for him
To lift the lid on tackle box

'Cause I'd sail with him across the South
beside him on the bow of that battleship
See him the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus
And watch him run to grandma on the docks
He opened up, every time he opened up old tackle box

He'd bait my and keep on tellin' stories
About nickel cokes, and sandlot glories
trucks and peanut fields
Long before town knew blacktop

I was ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads
Takin' turns on a jug of homemade
As he raced his buddies down through Holler
Fillin' the sky with dust and up rocks
He opened up, every time he up that old tackle box

He's been twenty years tomorrow
And I'm still on to this one wish
God above can let me borrow grandpa
For one more and one more fish

And I'd sail with him across the South
Stand beside him on the bow of that
See him kiss the and thank the good Lord Jesus
And watch him run to cryin' on the docks
He'd open up, every time he opened up that old box
Yeah, I sure loved, time he opened up that old tackle box

It was two of brown, scratched up plastic