Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my and she says "Hi"
And I to the breakfast table
While the kids are off to school goodbye
And she reaches out 'n' takes my
And it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at smilin'
warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not me
Then all got to say
God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery
God didn't make green apples
And it rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is low
I about her face aglow and ease my mind

I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a to eat
And she drops what she's doin' and she down to meet me
And I'm always
But she sits waitin' and smiles when she first sees me
'cause made that way

And if that ain't me
Then all got to say
God didn't make little apples
And it don't in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB

God didn't make little green
And it rain in Indianapolis