Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

It was two shades of brown, scratched up
It held line, lures, hooks and matches
And his last 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 sail with him across the Pacific
Stand him on the bow of that battleship
See him kiss the ground and the good Lord Jesus
And watch him run to grandma cryin' on the
He opened up, every time he opened up that old box

He'd my hook and keep on tellin' stories
About nickel cokes, girls and glories
Pickup trucks and peanut
Long this town knew blacktop

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

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

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

It was two shades of brown, up plastic