Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

My father had a Randall
My mother it to him
When he went off to War II
To us all from ruin

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

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

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

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

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

There it slept and it stayed
For twenty some odd
Sort of Excalibur
Except for a tear

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

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

So we his ashes out to sea
And `em off the stern
And threw the roses in the wake
Of everything learned

And we got back to the house
Well, they asked me I wanted
Not the law books, not the
Oh, I need the things haunted

Oh, my burned for the Randall knife
in the bottom drawer
And I a tear for my father's life
And all that it for