Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a time when I 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 wind on the dash
A box of crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab
Just fishing for love the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

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

There was a when I would drive to the county line in daddy's line
Picking up with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date under 35 jammin big 98
With hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two in the back of a single cab
fishin' 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
I was tailgating in a field with both of my fists bleeding
'Cause I got in a fight
And I thought I was gonna be in
When I walked in house we looked at me and then he chuckled
He "what's he look like?"
I said "I know cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was me verses like 3 or 4 of them
But I didn't let get me
I slammed one on his
And chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat

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

So let radio jam

Let the jam
Let the jam