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 look around, turn the radio
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
out late, tapping on your window
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 first
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I have
And when I got home, before I said
Asking God if he could it again

I was up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and trampled on
And and thrown away
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
Sneakin' out late, 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 first
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should
And when I got home, before I said
Asking God if he could it again

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

our song is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his
When we're on the phone, and he talks slow
it's 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 when I got home, before I said
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