Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

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

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

He'd my hook and keep on tellin' stories
About cokes, girls and sandlot glories
Pickup trucks and fields
Long before this town knew

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

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

And I'd with him across the South Pacific
Stand him on the bow of that battleship
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 time he opened up that old box

It was two shades of brown, up plastic