Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my 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, the radio down
He says, "Baby, is wrong?"
I say, "Nothin', I was just how we don't have a song"
And he said,

Our is a slamming screen door
out late, tapping on your window
When on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and mama don't know
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 play it

I was walking up the front steps after everything that day
Had all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and away
Got to the hallway, on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost notice all the roses
And the that said,

Our song is a slamming screen
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
When we're on the phone, and you talk slow
'Cause 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 should
And when I got home, before I said
Asking God if he could it again

heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for to come along
That was as as our song

'Cause our song is a slamming door
out late, tapping on his window
When 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 didn't kiss him, and I have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

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