Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

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

My father was a man
He was a by his trade
And once did I ever see
Him misuse the

Well, it almost cut his off
When he it for a tool
Now the knife was made for darker
And you not bend the rules

Well, he let me take it camping
On a Boy Scout
And I broke a an inch off
to stick it in a tree

Well, I hid it him for a while
But the knife and he one
And he put it in his drawer
Without a word one

There it slept and it stayed
For twenty some odd
Sort of like
Except waiting for a

My died when I was forty
And I find a way to cry
Not because I didn't him
Not he didn't try

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

So we took his out to sea
And poured `em off the
And then threw the 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 need the things he's

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