Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

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

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

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

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

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

And 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'd open up, every time he opened up that old box
Yeah, I sure loved, every time he opened up old tackle box

It was two shades of brown, up plastic