Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the wheel
The other on my
I look around, the radio down
He says, "Baby, is wrong?"
I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we have a song"
And he said,

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

I was walking up the front porch steps after that day
Had gone all and been 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 that said,

Our song is a screen door
out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk slow
'Cause it's late and your don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the first
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 every album, listened to the radio
for something to come along
That was as good as our

'Cause our song is a slamming screen
Sneaking out late, on his window
When we're on the phone, and he talks real
'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 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 seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old
And I wrote down our