Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

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

So let the jam

Man we thought we were something with that new Justin Moore
And buzzing off of some beers had like two bud in my stomach
Blowin but not inhalin,
We just tryna be cool
impress the cheerleaders at our old high school
We was doing burn outs tickets
And the cops knew our names
Game warden gave us tickets for night fishing at Cheatham Dam
No and no license
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 line in daddy's line
Picking up girls the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date doing 35 jammin 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
fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

If I could talk to all the who came through my muddy speakers
While I was tailgating in a field both of my fists bleeding
'Cause I got in a fight
And I thought I was gonna be in
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 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 chased the other with that wooden 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 hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two in a single cab
So let the jam

So let radio jam

Let the jam
Let the jam