Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

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

Our is a slamming screen door
out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you real slow
'Cause it's and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the date
Man, I kiss her, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it

I was walking up the porch steps after everything that day
Had all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my bed
I almost didn't all the roses
And the note said,

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

I've every album, listened to the radio
for something 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 don't
Our is the way he laughs, on the first date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I have
And when I got home, before I amen
Asking God if he play it again
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my undone
In the seat of his car
I a pen and an old napkin
And I down our song