Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my hair in the front seat of his car
He's got a feel on the steering wheel
The other on my
I around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby, is wrong?"
I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't a song"
And he said,

Our song is a slamming screen
Sneakin' out late, on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk slow
'Cause it's late and mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, on the date
Man, I didn't her, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could it again

I was walking up the front porch steps everything that day
Had gone all 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 that said,

Our song is a slamming door
Sneakin' out late, on your window
When we're on the phone, and you talk real
'Cause it's late and your mama don't
Our song is the way you laugh, on the date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should
And when I got home, before I amen
Asking God if he could it again

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

'Cause our song is a slamming screen
out late, tapping on his window
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 date
Man, I didn't him, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he play it again
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh,

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