Luyện nghe bài hát Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my hair in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the wheel
The other on my
I look around, turn the 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, tapping on window
When on the phone, and you talk real slow
'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 walking up the front porch after everything that day
Had all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and away
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 slamming door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your
When we're on the phone, and you real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't
Our song is the way you laugh, on the first
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I have
And I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it

heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come
That was as as our song

'Cause our song is a screen door
out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone, and he talks slow
'Cause it's late, and his mama know
Our song is the way he laughs, on the first
Man, I kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home, before I said
Asking God if he play it again
it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah

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