Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

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

Our is a slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on window
we're on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's 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 porch steps after everything that day
Had all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown
Got to the hallway, on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't all the roses
And the that 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 mama don't know
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
God if he could play it again

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

'Cause our song is a slamming screen
Sneaking out late, on his window
When we're on the phone, and he talks real
it's late, and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the first
Man, I kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home, I said amen
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 a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote our song