Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a time I would drive
to the county line in truck
Picking up girls with the tags
To a Dairy date
Doin' under 35 big 98
With your hair in the feet on the dash
A box of crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab
fishing for love through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

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

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

So let the jam

If I could talk to all the artists who came my muddy 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 house we looked at me and then he chuckled
He said "what's he like?"
I said "I know cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was just me like 3 or 4 of them
But I didn't let get me
I one on his head
And Timmy the other guys with that wooden ball bat

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

So let radio jam

Let the jam
Let the jam