Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

Luke Bryan - Box

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

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

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

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

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

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

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