Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was two shades of brown, scratched up