Luyện nghe bài hát Randall Knife

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

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

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

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

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

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

it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd
Sort of Excalibur
Except waiting for a

My died 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 lesser thing
Whiskey, and beauty
But he deserved a tear
And I was not ready

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

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