Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

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

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

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

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

heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come
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 mama don't
Our is the way he laughs, on the first date
Man, I kiss him, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could it again
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh,

I was riding shotgun with my hair
In the front of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old
And I wrote down our