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 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 have a song"
And he said,

Our song is a slamming door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
we're on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause late 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 when I got home, before I amen
Asking God if he could it again

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

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

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

'Cause our is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his
When we're on the phone, and he talks real
'Cause it's late, and his mama know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the first
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I have
And when I got home, I said amen
Asking God if he play it again
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 down our song