Luyện nghe bài hát Little Green Apples

And I up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she "Hi"
And I stumble to the table
While the kids are goin' off to goodbye
And she reaches out 'n' takes my
And squeezes it 'n' "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at lips
That warm my and see my mornin' sun

And if not lovin' 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 Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little apples
And it don't rain in in the summertime
And when my self is low
I think about her face aglow and ease my

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

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

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