Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

I'd slide it out of the back of his wagon
Lug it down the bank my arm draggin'
And I hardly wait for him
To the lid on that tackle box

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

He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin'
nickel cokes, girls and sandlot glories
Pickup trucks and fields
Long this town knew blacktop

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

He's been gone twenty years
And I'm still holdin' on to this one
That God above can let me grandpa
For one afternoon and one more fish

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

It was two of brown, scratched up plastic