Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun my hair undone in the front seat of his car
got a one-hand 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 thinkin' how we don't have a song"
And he said,

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

I was up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and trampled on
And lost and thrown
Got to the hallway, on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the
And the note said,

Our song is a screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on window
When we're on the phone, and you real slow
'Cause it's late and your 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
Asking God if he could play it

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

'Cause our song is a screen door
Sneaking out late, on his window
When we're on the phone, and he talks slow
'Cause it's late, and his don't know
Our is the way he laughs, on the first date
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 undone
In the front of his car
I a pen and an old napkin
And I down our song