Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Cars

Everyone I ever owned, the one I'm driving now
Been stripped down to the bare at Sam's Salvage Yard
a Mustang and a GTO, bloody seats, and caved in grilld sent outta town
There's a scar on my forehead, for every windshield

My old cars, they me still
I droven every one of 'em over the edge
It's a I wasn't killed
My old cars, up from the wheel
I to hell and back was far enough
to outrun, memory

I drive by that junkyard, count the times you my heart
a jackleg with a socket wrench
Drinkin' beer and parts
I can count these broken bones, cause broken will heal
But I can't stand to count the times you I love you,
aint no big

My old cars, haunt me still
Cuase I droven every one of 'em the edge
a wonder I wasn't killed
My old cars, rise up the wheel
I to hell and back was far enough
to outrun, your

Last I bought a 442, black as ace of spades
I sold my half of grandpa's land, bes he's is his grave
My friends say I'll get you,
but my friends they just know
Gonna take her out on a 41, see how she can go

My old cars, haunt me still
I droven every one of 'em over the edge
It's a wonder I killed
My old cars, up from the wheel
I wish to and back was far enough
to outrun, memory

I to hell and back was far enough
to outrun, your