Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause our is a slamming screen door
out late, tapping on his window
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 first
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

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