Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

It was two of brown, scratched up plastic
It held extra line, lures, hooks and
And his last engraved in brass
Right there by the on the top

I'd it out of the back of his station wagon
Lug it the bank with my arm draggin'
And I hardly wait for him
To the lid on that tackle box

'Cause I'd sail with him the South Pacific
beside him on the bow of that battleship
See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord
And him run to grandma cryin' on the docks
He opened up, every time he opened up that old box

He'd bait my hook and on tellin' stories
nickel cokes, girls and sandlot glories
Pickup and peanut fields
Long before this knew blacktop

I was almost with him shotgun down those dirt roads
turns on a jug of homemade shine
As he raced his buddies down Mason Holler
the sky with dust and kicked up rocks
He opened up, time he opened up that old tackle box

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

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

It was two shades of brown, scratched up