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
there by the handle on the top

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

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

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

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

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

And I'd sail with him across the South
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'd up, every time he opened up that old tackle box
Yeah, I sure loved, every time he opened up old tackle box

It was two shades of brown, scratched up