Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

My had a Randall knife
My gave it to him
When he went off to War II
To save us all from

Now if you've ever a Randall knife
You know my father
And if a better blade was ever
It was probably in hell

My was a good man
He was a by his trade
And only once did I see
Him the blade

Well, it cut his thumb off
When he took it for a
Now the knife was made for darker
And you could not bend the

Well, he let me take it once
On a Boy jamboree
And I broke a an inch off
Trying to stick it in a

Well, I hid it from him for a
But the and he were one
And he put it in his bottom
Without a word one

There it and there it stayed
For twenty some odd
Sort of like
waiting for a tear

My father when I was forty
And I couldn't a way to cry
Not because I love him
Not because he try

Well, I'd cried for every lesser
Whiskey, and beauty
But he deserved a better
And I was not ready

So we took his out to sea
And poured `em off the
And threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd

And when we got back to the
Well, they asked me I wanted
Not the law books, not the
Oh, I the things he's haunted

Oh, my hand for the Randall knife
in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father's
And all it stood for