Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a when I would drive
to the county in daddy's truck
Picking up girls with the tags
To a Dairy Queen
Doin' under 35 big 98
With your hair in the wind feet on the
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the back of a cab
Just for love through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

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

was a time when I would drive to the county line in daddy's line
Picking up girls the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date doing 35 jammin big 98
With your in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two in the back of a single cab
Just fishin' for through the radio 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 field with both of my fists
I just got in a fight
And I thought I was be in trouble
When I walked in daddy's house we looked at me and then he
He said "what's he like?"
I said "I don't cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was just me verses 3 or 4 of them
But I let them get me
I slammed one on his
And Timmy chased the guys with that wooden ball bat

'Cause there was a time when I would to the edge
Of county line
To a Queen date doin' under 35 jammin big 98
With your hair in the wind, on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two in a single cab
So let the jam

So let that jam

Let the jam
Let the jam