Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

Luke Bryan - Box

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

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

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He'd my hook and keep on tellin' stories
nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
Pickup and golden fields
Long before this town blacktop.

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I was almost ridin' with him shotgun those dirt roads
Takin' turns on a jug of homemade
As he his buddies down through Mason Holler
the sky with dust and kicked up rocks
He opened up every he opened up
ole tackle box.

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

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

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