Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding with my hair undone in the front seat 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 how we don't have 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 real
'Cause it's late and mama don't know
Our is the way you laugh, on the first date
Man, I didn't her, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it

I was up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all and been trampled on
And and thrown away
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 slamming screen
Sneakin' out late, on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk real
'Cause it's late and your mama know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the date
Man, I didn't her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said
God if he could play it again

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

'Cause our song is a screen door
out late, tapping on his window
When on the phone, and he talks real slow
'Cause late, and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should
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 seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old
And I wrote our song