Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Cars

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

My old cars, they me still
Cuase I droven every one of 'em over the
It's a I wasn't killed
My old cars, up from the wheel
I to hell and back was far enough
to outrun, your

I drive by that junkyard, count the times you my heart
a jackleg with a socket wrench
Drinkin' beer and parts
I can count these bones, cause broken bone will heal
But I can't stand to count the times you said I you,
no big deal

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

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

My old cars, they me still
Cuase I droven every one of 'em over the
a wonder I wasn't killed
My old cars, rise up from the
I wish to hell and was far enough
to outrun, your

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