Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun 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 thinkin' how we don't have a song"
And he said,

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

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

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

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

our song is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his
we're on the phone, and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late, and his mama don't
Our song is the way he laughs, on the first
Man, I kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said
Asking God if he could it again
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh,

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