Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

I'd it out of the back 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

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

bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
About nickel cokes, and sandlot glories
Pickup and peanut fields
Long before this town blacktop

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

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

And I'd sail with him across the Pacific
beside him on the bow of that battleship
See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord
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, every time he up that old tackle box

It was two shades of brown, up plastic