Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering
The other on my
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 screen
Sneakin' out late, on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk slow
'Cause it's late and mama don't know
Our is the way you laugh, on the first date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should
And when I got home, before I said
Asking God if he could it again

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

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

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

'Cause our song is a slamming screen
Sneaking out late, tapping on his
When on the phone, and he talks 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 him, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could it again
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

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