Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering
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 is a slamming screen door
out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk slow
'Cause it's late and your don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the first
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could it again

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

Our is a slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
we're 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 amen
Asking God if he could play it

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

'Cause our song is a screen door
Sneaking out late, on his window
When we're on the phone, and he real slow
'Cause late, and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the first
Man, I didn't him, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said
Asking God if he could it again
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh,

I was riding with my hair undone
In the seat of his car
I a pen and an old napkin
And I down our song