Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

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

Our song is a slamming screen
Sneakin' out late, tapping on 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 I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he play it again

I was walking up the front porch after everything that day
Had gone all and been trampled on
And lost and away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my bed
I didn't notice all the roses
And the that said,

Our song is a screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on window
When on the phone, and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I have
And when I got home, I said amen
Asking God if he play it again

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

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

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