Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a time I would drive
to the county line in daddy's
Picking up girls with the expired
To a Dairy date
Doin' 35 jammin' 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 fishing for love through the jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

Man we thought we were something with that new Moore bumpin
And off of some beers had like two bud lights in my stomach
Blowin but not inhalin,
We were just tryna be
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 down 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 county in daddy's line
Picking up girls with the tags
To a Dairy Queen doing under 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 artists who through my muddy speakers
I was tailgating in a field with both of my fists bleeding
'Cause I got in a fight
And I I was gonna be in trouble
When I walked in daddy's house we at me and then he chuckled
He said "what's he like?"
I said "I don't cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was just me verses 3 or 4 of them
But I didn't let get me
I one on his head
And chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat

'Cause there was a time when I drive to the edge
Of county line
To a Dairy Queen date doin' under 35 big 98
your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
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