Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

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

'Cause I'd with 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 on the docks
He opened up, every time he opened up old tackle box

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

I was ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads
turns on a jug of homemade shine
As he his buddies down through Mason Holler
Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up
He up, every time 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 borrow
For one more and one more fish

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

It was two shades of brown, scratched up