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 feel on the steering
The on my heart
I look around, 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 song is a slamming screen
Sneakin' out late, tapping on window
When we're on the phone, and you talk real
'Cause it's late and your mama 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
God if he could play it again

I was up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had all wrong and been trampled 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 song is a screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
When on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the first
Man, I didn't her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I amen
Asking God if he could it again

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

'Cause our is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his
When we're on the phone, and he real slow
it's late, and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the first
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 riding shotgun my hair undone
In the front of his car
I a pen and an old napkin
And I down our song