Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a time when I drive
to the county line in daddy's
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 and two poles 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 two bud lights in my stomach
Blowin but not inhalin,
We were tryna be cool
impress the cheerleaders at our old high school
We was doing burn outs tickets
And the cops knew our names
Game gave us tickets for night fishing down at Cheatham Dam
No and no license
Just a gallons of gas
And a love for time and that new hot (hot) track

There was a time when I would drive to the county line in line
up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy date doing under 35 jammin big 98
your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of crawlers and two poles in the back of a single cab
Just fishin' for love 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 both of my fists bleeding
I just got in a fight
And I thought I was be in trouble
When I walked in daddy's we looked at me and then he chuckled
He "what's he look 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 slammed one on his
And chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat

'Cause there was a when I would drive to the edge
Of that county
To a Dairy date doin' 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