Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

Luke Bryan - Box

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It was two shades of brown and up plastic.
It extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
With his last name in black,
Right there by the on the top.
I'd slide it out of the of his station wagon.
Lug it down the bank my arm draggin'.
I hardly wait for him
To lift the lid on that box.

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Cause I'd sail across the South Pacific.
beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
See him kiss the and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
And watch him run to Grandma, on the dock.
He opened up, every he opened up
ole tackle box.

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He'd bait my hook and keep on stories
About nickel Cokes, girls, and glories.
Pickup trucks and fields
Long this town knew blacktop.

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I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those roads
Takin' on a jug of homemade shine
As he raced his buddies down through Mason
Fillin' the sky with dust and up rocks
He up every time he opened up
That ole box.

He's been gone twenty tomorrow
But I'm still holdin' on to one more
That God above would let be borrow
For one afternoon and one more fish.

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Cause I'd sail with across the Pacific.
Stand beside him on the bow of battle ship.
See him kiss the and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
And watch him run to Grandma, on the dock.
He opened up, every he opened up
That ole box.

Everything he loved, he kept up
In that ole box.
It was two shades of and scratched up plastic.