Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a when I would drive
to the line in daddy's truck
Picking up girls the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen
under 35 jammin' big 98
With your hair in the wind on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the of a single cab
Just fishing for through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

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

There was a time when I would drive to the county in daddy's line
Picking up with the tags expired
To a Queen date doing under 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 for love through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

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

'Cause there was a time when I drive to the edge
Of that county
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 a cab
So let the jam

So let that jam

Let the jam
Let the jam