Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a time I would drive
to the county line in truck
Picking up girls the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen
Doin' 35 jammin' big 98
With hair in the wind feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a cab
Just fishing for love through the jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

Man we thought we were something that new Justin Moore bumpin
And off of some beers had like two bud lights in my stomach
Blowin but not inhalin,
We just tryna be cool
Tryna impress the at our old high school
We was doing burn getting tickets
And the knew our first names
Game warden gave us tickets for night down at Cheatham Dam
No sense and no
a couple gallons of gas
And a for summer time and that new hot (hot) track

There was a time when I would drive to the county line in daddy's
up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen doing under 35 jammin big 98
your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night and two poles in the back of a single cab
Just for love through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

If I could talk to all the artists who came through my speakers
While I was tailgating in a with both of my fists bleeding
'Cause I just got in a
And I thought I was be in trouble
When I walked in daddy's house we looked at me and he chuckled
He said "what's he like?"
I said "I don't know my adrenaline"
it was just me verses like 3 or 4 of them
But I let them get me
I slammed one on his
And Timmy chased the other guys that wooden ball bat

there was a time when I would drive to the edge
Of that line
To a Dairy Queen doin' under 35 jammin big 98
your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night and two poles in a single cab
So let the jam

So let that jam

Let the jam
Let the jam