Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my
I look around, turn the down
He says, "Baby, is wrong?"
I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't a song"
And he said,

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

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

Our is a slamming screen door
out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama know
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
God if he could play it again

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

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

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