Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

Luke Bryan - Box

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It was two shades of and scratched up plastic.
It held line, lures, hooks, and matches.
With his name engraved in black,
there 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'.
I hardly wait for him
To lift the lid on that box.

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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 ground and thank the Good Jesus.
And him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
He opened up, every time he up
That ole box.

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

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

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

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

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