Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are let 'em run till the smoke blows too

Shit I'll a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it to get my ass past the levy (You know it)
up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip we didn't use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't care no damn views
I guess I'm left of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy with a fuck you attitude
I up on that JellyRoll and fucking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but is my backyard
I guess I was destined to spit on guitars

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, go
Just hope that my ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old school
A couple of baddies that like to call me
Hoping my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well fuck it let me roll outta fuel

This southern rock shit, baby this that summer pump
And my middle finger's up like that stuck
I bet it'll 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup
You fucking Dixie chick metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual
I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual
So get the fuck around me acting all extra and
From the to the country even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled there in '07 flat with a few balls
Little Warren took the charge may God his soul
So I still rep Antioch city that I go motherfucker

Open road, a
A pack of Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run the smoke blows too
On the old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies like to call me daddy
Hoping my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are then fuck it let me roll outta fuel