Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

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

I'd sail with him across the South Pacific
Stand 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 opened up, every time he opened up that old box

bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
About cokes, girls and sandlot glories
trucks and peanut fields
Long this town knew blacktop

I was almost ridin' with him shotgun those dirt roads
turns on a jug of homemade shine
As he his buddies down through Mason Holler
Fillin' the sky with and kicked up rocks
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
God above can let me borrow grandpa
For one afternoon and one more fish

And I'd sail with him across the 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
open up, every 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