Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding with my hair undone 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 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 is the way you laugh, on the first date
Man, I didn't her, and I should have
And when I got home, 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 lost and thrown
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my bed
I almost didn't all the roses
And the note said,

Our song is a slamming door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
we're 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 date
Man, I kiss her, and I should have
And I got home, before I said amen
God if he could play it again

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

'Cause our song is a slamming door
Sneaking out late, on his window
When on the phone, and he talks real slow
'Cause 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
Asking God if he could play it
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

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