Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

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

Shit I'll take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a
it takes to get my ass past the levy (You know it)
Growing up in my town, was only on television
I got thousands of people checking for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, in high school we had flip phones we didn't use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn
I guess I'm what's of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy with a fuck you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and fucking 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 and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old caddy
A of baddies that like to call me daddy
that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then it let me roll outta fuel

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

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