Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Cars

Everyone I owned, excpet the one I'm driving now
stripped down to the bare bone at Sam's Salvage Yard
There's a Mustang and a GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grilld sent town
There's a scar on my forehead, for every busted

My old cars, they me still
Cuase I every one of 'em over the edge
It's a wonder I killed
My old cars, up from the wheel
I wish to and back was far enough
to outrun, your

I drive by that junkyard, the times you broke my heart
Watchin' a jackleg with a wrench
beer and yankin' parts
I can count these broken bones, cause broken bone heal
But I stand to count the times you said I love you,
aint no big

My old cars, they haunt me
Cuase I every one of 'em over the edge
It's a wonder I wasn't
My old cars, rise up the wheel
I wish to hell and back was far
to outrun, memory

Last week I a 442, black as ace of spades
I my half of grandpa's land, bes he's rollin' is his grave
My friends say get over you,
but my friends they dont know
Gonna take her out on a 41, see how she can go

My old cars, they me still
I droven every one of 'em over the edge
It's a I wasn't killed
My old cars, rise up from the
I wish to and back was far enough
to outrun, memory

I to hell and back was far enough
to outrun, your