Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a feel on the steering wheel
The other on my
I look around, turn the radio
He says, "Baby, is wrong?"
I say, "Nothin', I was thinkin' how we don't have a song"
And he said,

Our song is a slamming door
out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk slow
'Cause it's late and your mama know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the first
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I have
And when I got home, I said amen
Asking God if he could it again

I was walking up the front porch after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been on
And lost and thrown
Got to the hallway, on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost notice all the roses
And the note said,

Our song is a screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
When we're on the phone, and you real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama know
Our is the way you laugh, on the first date
Man, I kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I amen
God if he could play it again

I've heard every album, to the radio
Waited for to come along
That was as good as our

'Cause our song is a slamming door
Sneaking out late, on his window
When we're on the phone, and he real slow
'Cause it's late, and his mama know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should
And when I got home, before I amen
Asking God if he could play it
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was shotgun with my hair undone
In the front of his car
I a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our