Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

It was two shades of brown, scratched up
It held extra line, lures, and matches
And his last name in brass
there by the handle on the top

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

'Cause I'd sail him across 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 up, every time he opened up that old tackle box

He'd bait my hook and keep on stories
About nickel cokes, girls and sandlot
Pickup trucks and peanut
Long before this knew blacktop

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

He's been gone twenty years
And I'm still holdin' on to this one
That God can let me borrow grandpa
For one more and one more fish

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

It was two shades of brown, up plastic