Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia Clay

Ain't it funny how things take you back
And the here and now just to black?
When I pull that blue tarp off of that machine
Man, it me

Seventeen old, runnin' on dumb luck
Spent the whole damn summer livin' in truck
Them old tires covered in all that mud
Like it with me in my blood

When was nothing more than living for the night
Just to steal a kiss on the tailgate of that ride
old days don't wash away
Just that Georgia Clay

Only one of my with a fake I.D.
Yeah, it me the hometown celebrity
to put her in park in a vacant lot
And I still can't believe we got caught

When life was more than living for the night
trying to steal a kiss on the tailgate of that ride
Good old days don't wash
Just like Georgia clay

All over
Every memory
Man, it's all back to me

it funny how some things take you back?

When life was more than living for the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on the of that ride
Good old days don't away
Man, things they just don't change
Just like that Georgia

All over
last memory
It's all back to me