Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

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

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

He'd bait my hook and keep on stories
About nickel cokes, girls and glories
Pickup trucks and fields
Long before this knew blacktop

I was almost ridin' with him shotgun those dirt roads
Takin' on a jug of homemade shine
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

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

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

It was two of brown, scratched up plastic