Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my hair in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the wheel
The on my heart
I around, turn 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 door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on window
When on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your don't know
Our is the way you laugh, on the first date
Man, I kiss her, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
God if he could play it again

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 almost didn't all the roses
And the note said,

Our song is a slamming door
out late, tapping on your window
When 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 date
Man, I kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said
God if he could play it again

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

our song is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his
When we're on the phone, and he real slow
'Cause it's late, and his mama know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the date
Man, I kiss him, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
God if he could play it again
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh,

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