Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the wheel
The on my heart
I look around, the radio down
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 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 front porch after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been on
And lost and away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my bed
I almost notice all the roses
And the note said,

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

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

our song is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his
When we're on the phone, and he real slow
'Cause it's late, and his don't 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
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh,

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