Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the seat of his car
He's got a one-hand 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 screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
When we're on the phone, and you 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 was walking up the front steps 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 almost notice all the roses
And the note said,

Our song is a slamming door
out late, tapping on your 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 first
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 every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to along
That was as as our song

'Cause our is a slamming screen door
out late, tapping 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 didn't him, and I should have
And when I got home, before I amen
Asking God if he play it again
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

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