Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

It was two shades of brown, scratched up
It held extra line, lures, hooks and
And his last 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

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

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

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

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

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

It was two shades of brown, scratched up