Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my undone in the front seat of his car
got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The on my heart
I look around, turn the 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 screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
When we're on the phone, and you talk real
it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I have
And when I got home, I said amen
Asking God if he play it again

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

Our song is a slamming screen
Sneakin' out late, on your window
we're on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't
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 said
Asking God if he could it again

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

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

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