Luyện nghe bài hát Tackle Box

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

I'd slide it out of the back of his wagon
Lug it down the bank with my arm
And I could wait for him
To lift the lid on tackle box

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

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

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

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

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 watch him run to cryin' on the docks
He'd open up, 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, up plastic